Holy.
*haunted sandwich, 2026. media: icing on whole wheat
This is the side effect of having too much fun all weekend with Dad.
She thinks I’m the playmate. This is a problem.
She wanted to play golf outside. I wanted to make dinner and get the evening train rolling so that my beloved bedtime would come.
The other day I wrote about how I write about waking up more but now I realize the real trick is to get the blance right when it comes to her sleep routine.
On the odd weekend when Mommy is away.. sure, let’s break all the rules! but on a random Monday, Dad just wants to finish loading the dishwasher, write to all 22 of his fans and go to bed.
5 days until the SUGAR HIGH REALLY KICKS IN
I fear that this is just the beginning. One thing I do have in my corner is starting next week it’s dark super early so I have that:
“Oh look, it’s dark!. That means it’s BEDTIME!”
Until Next Time, TH and Co.