You see, the boys had been really good all day. Little Brother had a great night and two long naps today. He was in flying form. Big Brother had an early start, but played well all day. On his own and with his brother.
So tonight the boys would go to bed, The Husband would go to mountain rescue training and I would have time to write a blog, do some research on various subjects and I would crochet a little gift for my friend's baby.
Well.
The reality was that I forgot The Husband had to leave the house before seven. Which meant I had to put Big Brother to bed as well. So when Little Brother finally settled, after a bedtime bottle battle I had to race downstairs so The Husband could leave. Big Brother took 45 minutes to settle and just as I left his room little Brother started crying again. I burped, rocked, sang, patted, fed and after 40 minutes he was quiet.
I then realised the dogs needed feeding. And when I finally sat down with a cup of tea Little Brother started again.
All in all:
Bedtime took just over TWO HOURS.
I managed 20 minutes of research.
No crochet.
I'm squeezing out this post with my eyes wanting to close.
And. My tea was cold, again.
