It was my birthday yesterday (30! I made it!), and Spouse threw me a fabulous karaoke dance party and got a babysitter and so we stayed out too late having the best time as if we were young and unencumbered again for a few brief, magical hours.
This morning, the toddler got up uncharacteristically early (translation: at dawn) and has spent the entire morning whining and wailing about injustices of varying degrees.
So, basically, I guess … toddler for sale? He comes with stuff. I’ll throw in a cat too if you are willing to take them both immediately.
I’m running away to someplace quiet with clean bedding.