"Kleenex. Mommy?"

It's 5:45am.

I'll just sleep in a little, get up about 6:30, have a quick shower then get up the kid.

That's what I was thinking early this morning.

6am

Over the monitor I hear a sneeze followed by "Kleenex. Mommy? Kleenex!"

I turned on my bedside light and listen for the creak of Declan's bedroom door. He walks in, head tipped back, snot on top lip. I reach for a tissue and wipe his little nose. Poor guy. 

And I'm up.

Spent the next two hours taking tissue to his nose every 2-3 minutes. Must have been driving him mad because it wasn't exactly a grand time for me.

By 9:30 we were down to only once every 15 minutes so things were more tolerable and we could actually play.

We got in some square tower destruction and put together some puzzles. I even squeezed in a quick shower while Declan just hung out upstairs with me.

We had a great morning. When Daddy got home he was greeted by Declan yelling "Happy Birthday Daddy!"

I then had to leave for work which was meet with tears. Broke my heart but I know he had a nice night in with Daddy.

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