Monday morning we both had to head into the office to present something in the sales meeting. Eleanor was an integral part of the presentation, plus she doesn't wake up early enough for me to get her to daycare and to work on time.
After the work presentation I treated her to pancakes and chocolate milk at Silver Diner.
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We got back home around 10:30 and she wanted to fall asleep on the floor in the living room! She was so exhausted she was climbing up the stairs to my bedroom on her hands and knees, whining at how she was too tired to climb up the stairs.
5 minutes later...
Needless to say, we went back to sleeping in this morning and woke up two very happy campers. Is not being morning person hereditary?