Monday blues.
It's still raining this morning. Esme had a tough night, waking several times and needing comforting to go back to sleep. Whether it's the beginning of a cold or some teething uncomfort (or both) remains to be seen. Max awoke this morning and asked what day of the week it is. When told Monday, he asked what that meant. 'Monday is a work day' elicited much whining and a response of 'I don't want it to be Monday. I hate work days.' Me too Max.

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