Oh Mondays... How I hate you.

Mondays are a tough day for me. JP (daddy, hubs extraordinaire, and man of the house) is gone from 6:30am-10:30pm between his internship and teaching. So that leaves me ALL day with the boys. It's been one hell of a day, as I look over to A. who is screaming at me cause he is stuck on his knees holding onto the railing yet again for the 100th time today. He's been pretty abused today you could say by his brother J. Between be climbed on top of, hit in the eye by a block that J. decided to chuck at his head (mind you, he's 7 months old) and getting jumped on repeatedly by his brother cause he kept crawling under the jumper, and I had pulled him out several times, but for some reason kept going back. He has also cut his first tooth :( which means he's probably not feeling well. The screaming makes me want to go hide in the bathtub with a bottle of wine... Bedtime is 50 minutes away and it feels like forever. I am hoping tomorrow will be a better day. Hopefully.

A happier A. this afternoon... His brother was napping.