J was a bundle of screaming, howling energy today. Everyone is entitled to a crabby day. But it's exhausting for me. H is very tired too. He was trying to get our evening routine together, but in his speech, he kept confusing the baby with the cat. It went something like this:
"So, will you help me feed the cat? And then you can pill the baby. Then you change the cat and put her in her pajamas while I lock the baby in the bathroom so he can eat his cat food. We'll give the cat her vitamin D drops, put her in the bassinet, lock the baby in the hall, and go to bed."
I collapsed on the ground in shrieks of laughter, practically unable to breathe and, gasping for air, stated: "I'm very tired; it really wasn't that funny!" H concurred.
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