Didn't sleep well last night, and I can't blame Penny. Not sure why, just couldn't settle. Must have been the excitement of Monday morning approaching.
Work was alright. Moderately busy. I had my pork and Stilton pie for lunch. It was fantastic. Probably the highlight, to be honest.
I got a lift home and cooked tea for me and Melissa while she was out at Slimming world. We ate, then Penny and me played and Melissa went to work.
By 6pm it became clear that Penny was once again exhausted, and there was little I could do to entertain her so I dragged her upstairs and she had her second bath of the day. The first bath came this afternoon when she decided to wear a chocolate pudding-type yoghurt.
She was in the bath for about 30 minutes, until I got bored, got her out, dried and into her PJs. She took 2 slurps from her bottle and was asleep. I managed to "dream feed" her for 20 minutes before she started to get pissed off and then I chucked her in bed.
This evening I'm going to hoover downstairs once I've tidied the kitchen. Once I've done those 2 things, I'm going to watch a film, then get into bed and try and recover some lost sleep.
Tuesday tomorrow. Only Tuesday.
