I had the BEST sleep alone in the spare room. I put the white noise on so I couldn’t hear any crying and slept right through (I was going to say slept like a baby but they don’t fucking sleep). Rolled out of bed at 7, said hey to everyone and then got ready and left for pilates. I do 2 classes a week and it is so necessary to keep me sane and also to keep my back in check because lifting two heavy children all day I swear is not safe but there doesn’t seem like there is any OH&S person I can call who gives a shit. Pilates was amazing as per usual then I drove back extra slow as I knew I would be put to work when I got home and I certainly was.
My bestie called me to see if we were home for a visit and OMG YES WE ARE PLZ COME! The kids slept for almost 3 hours at the same time which is so rare so I actually got to socialise with my friend without interruption which was so amazing. Nick then informed me he was going to take Paddy to the local footy game and here I am thinking my day couldn’t get any better and it just did. They boys left and it was just Edi-Rae and I and we had such a nice time. Everything flowed smoothly, the house stayed clean and bedtime was a breeze. I do love the boys so much but neither of them are relaxing. However, when they got to the football Nick texted me and said Paddy was really scared and crying which broke my heart so I just sat here feeling sad and wanting them to come home all night. Go figure.