It's one of those days where only a pile of Sally Beauty products, leftover eyeliner and some sappy recorded movies will make things better.
The Tommy woke us about 45 minutes after we turned off the light with a pile of vomit and a mountain of tears. An hour later he was showered and we were staring at him in the dark, waiting for it to start again. Of course he is full of energy today... and I'm barely creeping along.
Maybe we both were just looking for an excuse for a new look?!