Bye Weeks Are So Soothing

No worries. Yuula trashed our bedroom while I was looking right over her head. She was obsessed with wrapping things in her woobie rocking them. Like shoes and the remote, weird stuff. So I let her, because it's an bye week.

I also let her choose her dinner. She said she wanted hotdog, pickles (read: olives), animal crackers, applesauce and ketchup. So she got it. Because it's a bye week. Guess what order she ate them in.

Then I let her stay up and watch a few extra cartoons tonight. She didn't take a nap today so I thought she might not last too long, and I was right. I left her there til Laura got home, so she could awe, and she did. Because it's a bye week.