was a long day.
Because Monday night was a long night.
Reason being, this precious, adorable, most sweetest boy of mine woke up in the night not only once, not twice, but three times. He was in fits, screaming fits.
I still don't know what it was...his teeth? a nightmare? his appendix?
He still hasn't told me.
All that to say, Tuesday morning I threw away my mental to do list all in the name of recuperation and lack of sleep.
I declared it a "fun" day since that's all I was good for. My "fun" consisted of sewing these 12 burp cloths for future baby gifts. 6 boy, 6 girl.
Little in this life gives me more joy than a completed sewing project and a stack of cute fabrics.
Come 2 o'clock (still in pajamas) I felt a desperate need for a sugar rush. So with no chocolate on hand I opted for my cousin's most perfect sugar cookie recipe.
It ended up being a good day. A long day, but a good one. And thankfully all slept well last night.