Max found me in bed at 8:30 this morning. He had been rousted out of his nest by his siblings and was groggy.
“Mom?” he croaked, “After breakfast are we going back to bed? Until 11?”
He was- we ARE – tired.
Oh. So. Tiiiiiiiiiired.
It’s been a long, long week filled with lots of time out and about and days without naps. DAYS. We are all feeling the effects of the sleepless hangover.
Here’s hoping for a restful weekend.
And maybe sleeping until 11.
