A little bit af a vent.... why is it that it takes 3 hours of pleading.. sulking.. nagging.. playing.. a trip outside.. 1 bottle of tea and my patience level at zero.. just for me to get my son to sleep during the day? I mean he yawns and rub his eyes and complains and yells at the dogs.. all signs that he's tired.. he even gets to a point where he can't even sit up... but then when his father is home.. he just holds him while working on a flippen bike.. not even trying to get him to sleep.. and just like that he's out for the night! I love my hubby... but at this moment I just want to wipe the smug look off his face.. I'm feeling like a sulking little kid! Resisting the urge to point out that maybe he falls asleep so easily with his daddy because I've exhausted him during the day 😋