So it's DH's 33rd birthday, and I had this grand wake-up plan for him involving a blow job and blueberry pancakes before work.

I got up early and made sure Evan was fed and changed and rocked him back into a sack of potatoes sleep. I start the coffee and wake DH up all sexy like...and then the cat walks over him, meowing. Three times in the span of a minute, despite being shooed away. Then E starts farting loudly and wakes himself up.

Mood killed

And when he woke up, he needed to be changed, and then fed again, so I didn't have time to make pancakes. Instead we all just kind of hung out in bed.

No real point to this post, just wanted to rant a bit, lol.