Grant was up every 10 mins from 2:20 to nearly 6:30 this morning. I am pretty sure I died somewhere around 6 am. And then I couldn't take a nap this afternoon because every time my eyes closed I imagined I heard him crying again.
So this morning I loaded Jack into the car and we went to a subdivision garage sale that I have had some luck at in years past. (Never mind that it was already nearly 10 am!).
I did pick up a few things:
It was a much needed break from the littlest people indeed.