Sunday. What a night.
Penny woke up at about 9:30pm, apparently wanting to watch the rest of the film with me and Melissa. Once that was done we took her up to bed. She was reluctant to nod off, despite being shattered, but we left her to whinge in her cot and eventually she nodded off.
She woke again at some ungodly hour, but we ignored her again, and she nodded back off. And then it was about 8:30am and the three of us were, for the most part, knackered.
We Skyped my brother and his fiancee in New Zealand and then made ourselves breakfast.
When it became apparent that Penny wasn't going to have her morning nap we got ready and went shopping for Christmas decorations. Penny basically ran across the floor of The Range to a Santa Claus model but that's pretty much all the walking she's done today.
We came home, via Melissa's mums for a cuppa, and then I cooked tea for us and Penny, who'd had about an hour's sleep in total all day got increasingly annoyed, grouchy, and just generally pissed off with everything. Like a teenager, but cuter.
We chucked her in the bath to bide some time before bed, but even that didn't work so we got her out, gave her a bottle and put her to bed.
This evening I'm tired. Melissa's tired. I'm going to watch a film. Melissa's going to watch Strictly and IACGMOOH.
See you tomorrow!
