4:30am is apparently an acceptable time to awaken on a weeknight if you're 15 months old. Who knew?
We managed to get her back to sleep for a bit, but mostly dozed between the hours of 5am and 7am. It was a glorious morning, and despite being awake for 3 hours, was running somewhat ironically late. I asked Jeff to pick me up. He did.
Work was alright. I don't know. Thursday. Whatever.
I walked home, whilst conversing with my parents, and then waited around an empty house for Melissa and Penny to get home from shopping.
Melissa fed Penny while I prepared tea, all the while trying to get excited about shoes and frocks and such and such.
We ate tea. Penny ate yogurt. I put her to bed after her shower while Melissa moaned to a pram company. She also did the dishes, saving me a chore. Now all that stands between me and Call Of Duty is the hoovering.
See you tomorrow.
