Elijah has been waking up around 5am everyday this week. All of a sudden he decided that 5am was a good time to wake up - leaving me to deal with it.
I dont usually wake up until 6.10am - at least that's when my alarm is set to. But who needs an alarm clock when you have Elijah all chatty beside you asking questions about how old the trees are or how come it's still dark when it's morning time? As cute as it sounds now, trust me, at 5am, it's not that cute. And you know, when you are awake anyways and trying really hard to doze off, throw a child vomiting in the middle - perfect start to my morning!
What can I say, it's going to be a long day.
So I get to work and I am put in charge of a huge spreadsheet that has over 2000 clients with wrong addresses - so of course, I need to find a way to find their new address. Time consuming and boring job - my eyes cannot focus on the screen anymore.
I always vow to myself that I am going to bed early, but it never happens. So I am in a constant tired motion and I can't seem to get rid of it. I suppose it comes with the territory.