When I woke up, I looked and felt like a drunk lady who had been hit by a bus. You know, the one with frizzed out hair in satin pj's with a sleep mask crooked on her face? Do you catch the image I'm trying to paint for you?
Mr. Atwood and Manny -aka Uncle Austy- came to the rescue.
*Warning: if you're sleep deprived and have jealous tendencies, stop reading at this point. Otherwise, carry on.*
Boy Hero #2:
I laid down to snooze with Avy during her nap.
She woke up.
I didn't know though b/c Uncle Austy snuck in and took her.
I continued sleeping.
I had an afternoon nap for nearly 3 hours!
He walked her to the post office.
He walked her to the park.
I woke up and quietly had a snack, the whole thing, with no interruptions.
I was able to make a quick stop in the restroom without fighting little hands to drop the toilet paper roll.
I posted some finds on dearsavvyshopper with the help of only my 2 hands and 2 eyes.
I then went to the gym while they had their fun afternoon.
So I say, let's hear it for the boys. Come on and give the boys a hand.
For more info on my sweet buns Tat, you can read a post dedicated to him by clicking on this pic:
In case you need more proof of why you need an Uncle Austy, you can read a post dedicated to him by clicking on this pic:
Love you, Boys!