It's never good to stay up late, then get up every hour with a teething baby. But when the first sound of your morning is the toddler slamming the nightstand door, and you roll to scold him to not wake the baby and land your hand in a puddle of urine in your own bed, the day is not going to be good. So my feet didn't really touch the floor as I leaped to escort my sopping tot to the comode and strip my bed before my new mattress suffered the consequences. And of course all that grumbling and hustle woke our poor teether. So I have been on the move since, well I never really looked at the clock. They were ready to eat and play, that coupled with the loads of laundry created for me and the toys and dishes needing to be properly put away, and I have been a busy bee. And then it occurred to me I had forgot to put the trash out last night, and yes I was too late this morning. SO that will be two weeks of missing trash day. That and the rising temperature outside and I would strongly suggest you avoid using the side gate at all costs.
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