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Late Start My Ass

So.

My niece is here through Sunday and we are so stinking happy to have her here. I surprised the kids last night with her arrival. They never knew she was coming and they were thrilled to learn how long she'd be with us. The girls were up late last night because, duh!, BFFs are in the house! The boy had a late start at school today due to staff meetings. I was thinking "Sweet, the girls will be out until at least 830 and maybe the boy will sleep until 8"

Stupid stupid stupid.

Mommy Basics 101: The child(ren) will always rise before the sun on non school days. Same child(ren) will argue with you on school mornings until you stab yourself in the nose with a pickle fork because they don't want to get up.

I know this gets worse as they get older. Please, let me be naive right now. Thank you (said in my best sing songy Mary Poppins voice)


The boy was up before 7am I'm sure. I could hear his "heh heh heh" tic in full force and that usually takes awhile for him to build up. I tried my damnedest to keep the girls asleep. Nope, the "heh heh heh" melody got louder and louder and if I say anything he gets upset. I can't beat on the wall so yeah, I had to get up. I know, woe is me, shut up lady you're the mama. I know. Still? I wanted to sleep until 8. Boo.

To conclude: there's no point to this post other than to say this.....I. Am. Tired.

Also? I think my son's trying to tell me something......

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Steph said…
Your picture is really leaving Gwendolyn concerned "Mommy, mommy, what happened to Shisha what happened to CeeCee?? Mommy, mommy! What happened to them!?!?!"
10:12 AM
Steph said…
Your picture is really leaving Gwendolyn concerned "Mommy, mommy, what happened to Shisha what happened to CeeCee?? Mommy, mommy! What happened to them!?!?!"
10:12 AM
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