Master X had a rough morning. It could have been from the six month vaccinations, or teething. Or anything else. It is hard to communicate through just grunts, screams and moans. Mr. A had been up seven times (I slept through all of it) and then at 4am when he came back in disheartened and frustrated, I got up and took over.
This is the story. Me wanting to sleep, Master X wanting to fix whatever was up, and then feeding an hour earlier than his usual time of six o’clock. We retired again at just after 6am, at which point Mr. A got up to get ready for work. Master X woke again at 8am so I took the time to have some breakfast.
I am tired.