Last night Punk decided to wake up at 1:30 by three I couldn't handle the the toes on my neck, the drool on my arm, and the butt pressed into my face so I staggered out of bed to make him a bottle. As I opened the fridge door he came running around the corner (in the dark) at that exact moment and ran straight into the fridge door.
I knocked my kid out. He laid there quiet for about 15 seconds. I checked to make sure he was alive then I went back to make the bottle before scooping him up off the floor and putting him back in his own bed.
Anyone want a kid at night?
In other great news I was craving strawberries this morning, but instead I decided to eat an entire bag of Reese's Chocolate Chips by myself.
Holy Hannah someone please come save me.