It's 5:30am. Little man just woke up, crying, so I roll off the couch and stumble over to the love seat to get him since he insisted in sleeping in the living room last night. By insisted, I mean every time I carried him to bed he woke up and screamed, so I gave up comfort for a few hours of sleep. Anyway, I stumble over to the love seat, trying to untangle myself from the blanket, to scoop him up before he wakes everyone else up. As I pick him up, he tears off his diaper (which he has completely soaked) and proceeds to pee on the love seat, somehow managing to soak his (and my) shirt in the process.
Ok, we can handle this, no big deal. I grab a diaper, get him cleaned up and his shirt stripped off him, and dry him off. We go to the laundry room, him on my hip, and get clean, dry shirts and stop into the kitchen on the way back for a cup of milk. My ever-so-helpful little guy decides to put his lid on his cup as I'm pouring his milk, so I end up pouring a good cupful into the floor. Woohoo!
I set him down and grab a towel, clean up the floor, and dry my feet off, scoop him up and head back for the living room. I give him his milk, turn on Kung Fu Panda, and lay him on the couch so I can attempt to dry to love seat up. Unsuccessfully, I throw a towel over the wet spot and here I am.
And that has been my wake up on a Saturday morning. I miss sleeping in!