And I’m not talking about the baby here.
For the last few nights, I’ve been crawling into bed approximately 10 seconds after TJ (finally) goes to sleep.
I did put up a fight for a while – persevering through bleary eyes to have some baby-free sofa time with the other man in my life (TJ’s Dad)
But there’s almost a direct correlation between how heavy TJ is (currently tipping the scales at 20 pounds) and how early I’m a walking zombie. Lugging that not so little man around is tiring work for most, never mind someone with my shockingly low fitness levels of late.
So in the battle between binge watching box sets and bed, I’m afraid the latter is definitely winning at the moment.
At least TJ’s Dad gets to enjoy hogging the remote.