Tired. Can You Tell?

Our microwave is slowly dying. I've disliked it from day 1 but it's worked and I've had somewhere to "cook" my micro popcorn and heat Baby N's food. But it's not until it's started dying while cooking Boyfriend's porridge that it's on the agenda to find a new one.

Our bed is too soft and "sticky out-y" at the foot end (bang a knee it the middle of the night and see how you'd like it). I've hated it since Day 1 and it's caused me back ache since Day 1 as well. But it's not until Boyfriend's back starts hurting that it's on the agenda to, as a start, change the mattress.

Baby N's teeth are hurting - again. I've loved Baby N from Day 1 but the teething-business? Not so much. I am tired. "Babies love routine and should therefore have same routine everyday." Not so bloody easy when he wakes up extra early and therefore wants his morning nap at the time he usually wakes up. Whoever writes those shitty books can come and carry him around until his its time for his scheduled nap. I bet those people haven't got any children. Bitches.

Tired. Can you tell?