So. This isn't awkward At All.
Oliver has a cold. He's also teething. He woke up at 10, 12:30 and finally 5 this morning. After 1.5 hours of grizzling and general unhappiness I finally got him back to sleep. Just in time for the contractor, his apprentice and the painter to show up. Cue a text asking them to let themselves in (quietly!) as I am trapped on the bed with a snorting snot monster sleeping on my chest. All I want to do is sleep with my baby. Or have a shower. I see neither of these things happening in the near future. Instead I will try to ignore the tiptoeing trades sneaking through my house and try not to feel guilty that they need to work in the bedroom but won't for fear if it being uncomfortable.
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