A pre-breakfast whine

I have to preface this by saying that I really have a very helpful husband. He changes far more diapers than I do, let's me go out with friends when I forwarn him and watches the kids, gets up with the baby when I just can't do it anymore, etc. Most of this rant is probably because I woke up with a killer headache and everything is annoying the crap out of me today.

BUT. I have been up every night with Turtle for about 3 hours because he thinks that the middle of the night is an acceptable time to be awake. Last night he woke at 2am, I fed him and thought that he was acting sleepy enough to go right back to bed. Instead he fussed until I took him out to the living room so as not to disturb Hubby (as he works right now and I'm still on leave). I would like to let him fuss a little (not cry, just fuss) in his cradle, but it wakes my husband and then he gets up to deal with him when I'm already awake anyhow - I'm just trying to get him to go to sleep, dern it. So I took him out to the living room and laid/sat on the couch and dozed on and off with him until 5am when I brought him back to bed. He actually didn't sleep then either, but after I go back to bed it's nearly impossible for me to get right back up, so my husband had to deal with it by then.

Anyhow - to my rant. I went out with a friend (actually, my husband's cousin but we're good friends) to dinner. Before I went out, I fed Turtle and picked up The Boy from daycare. I got home 3 hours later (the restaurant we went to was on the other side of town), the house was a mess, the pots from two days ago were still dirty, there were no bottles clean, random play-dough and play-dough toys were all over the table (when I started cleaning that up he said "he's just going to get it all out tomorrow" ... even though I make The Boy clean up that stuff before he moves on, because it will dry out and stick to my floor and the table. But anyhow. Bah).

I got home at 9:30 (and brought home leftover Lamb Sag and an order of garlic naan for him). We didn't get to bed until a little after 11. In the meantime, still - nothing was done. In the middle of the night I had to wash a bottle the feed the baby. This morning, I had to wash a bottle to feed the baby.

So I woke up, as I said, with a terrible headache but I've offered to bring Turtle to my husband's office so he can show him off and go to lunch (at 2pm!! He gets off at 5!! Another BAH!) and I've made coffee but have yet to drink it, washed ALL the bottles, cleaned the kitchen, picked up the toys and books ... I still have to start some laundry and take out the bathroom trashes and pick up the other rooms but I'm making progress. Being annoyed seems to fuel my work habits.

In other, more adorable news, Turtle fell asleep during tummy time while I was washing said bottles. Really wish he would sleep at night instead, but at least he gives me time to clean (and he's SO CUTE!)