How come I still hate Mondays even when I don’t work anymore? There is just an icky feeling associated with Mondays, ya know? Regardless of what you do for a living I guess. Even Ty feels it apparently – as he was a royal pain in the booty most of the day (and is continuing to whine as I type). He is sleeping much better at night, but naps are a whole different matter. Some days he will fight me all day even when he is so exhausted he can barely keep his eyes open. Today is a day like that. Oh well, 6:30 is fast approaching (my fave time of the day) and that means sweet relief! Jason comes home! 
We had a super quiet (aka boring) weekend – so not much report…
Jason made Ty his own ghetto ball pit. Who needs Chucky Cheese?
I did get to escape ‘24-hr babyland’ for a little this weekend and hang with some good friends; Julie & Lisa. Bunko!
ty can clap!
