Sunday, Sunday

Why are Sundays so busy? They are supposed to be a day of rest but never really are. Tripp woke up at 6:45am. (Side Note: I know I am supposed to want my little boy to take his time growing up but I can't wait until he is a deep sleeping teenager) I worked out while Tripp played with Grandma Kate. Then church, errands, brunch for two and more errands.
Nap Time for Tripp.
We then played outside (tricycle bumper cars - don't ask why or how) and took a walk with Uncle Eric. We wrapped up with dinner, potty times, bath time and dancing ("Baby Loves Jazz" then "Baby Loves Hip Hop"). Somewhere in here I cooked and cleaned the kitchen and showered (I think). By 10pm, Tripp is sleep, I am tired and still billable work is screaming to be done. Tomorrow is Monday. :/