Shoes: Gap, Leggings: c/o Windsor, Top: c/o Frock Candy, Jacket: AE, Fur collar: cut from vest, Watch: Gift, Sunglasses: Target
Cranky, cantankerous, snappy, Oscar the Grouch-ish, disagreeable, petulant, definitely awoken from the wrong side of the bed, creature from the black lagoon, borderline jerkface, closely resembling an actual mama bear.
Just a sampling of the words you could have used to describe me yesterday evening. The day was long yet somehow there weren't enough hours, the babe got shots and wouldn't sleep, my sneezing, runny-nosed tank was on empty, and Tyson was home but had to stay up working late which I hate maybe more than anything.
So I'm thinking that this morning when Everett woke up at 6 instead of 7 and Tyson took him downstairs, put him back to sleep, got ready and left for work without waking me up, that he was doing it for his own protection. But man, am I grateful. I got to sleep in an extra 2 hours this morning. 2 hours!! That's a straight up party. Straight up Michael Buble and whatever that "feeling good" song is that he sings. So rock on Tuesday. And thanks Tys.