Seven - Oh - Oh
I hate the time change.
Even though I think it should work in my favor when we gain an hour, it STILL backfires. Like this morning, for example.
The clock projecting on my ceiling appears to say 5:40am. This is probably correct as I usually get up around 6:40am and I feel like I should be getting up. As I am lying in bed thinking I don't have to get up for another hour, I notice the door to the bathroom moving.
Odd, I think. R just got in the shower. I heard the door close and the water running.
Seconds later, I know why the door is moving when a certain little smiling face appears at the side of my bed and greets me with a happy "HI Mummy!".
I pull him into bed with me and he snuggles in, quite content. He's sprawled all over the top of me, but I can live with this as he is being QUIET and his breathing is slow and rhythmical... almost like he's gone back to sleep.
Moments later, I hear another voice.
"DADDY! Where's Mummy?"
I have to laugh at this one because Mummy is indeed still in bed, yet I hear Daddy say "I don't know, isn't she in bed?". Well yes, I am, but I am covered by a certain two year old.
H crawls into bed with us. So much for sleeping.
S wants to watch Diego and tells me so.
I tell him NO WAY and point to the time projected in blue on my ceiling. "You see those numbers? They need to say seven-oh-oh before we're watching Diego, dude."
Seconds later, his arm snakes out from under the covers and shoots to the ceiling. "SEVEN-OH-OH!!!", he yells triumphantly.
"No way. Five-five-two. It says FIVE-FIVE-TWO. That is NOT seven-oh-oh. Forget it. Go to sleep".
But alas, I stand corrected, for H quietly informed me it was now five-five-three. Of course. And that makes all the difference in the world!
On a lighter note.... S wanted to take a bath tonight. Daddy said they were all taking showers because it was faster, but S was insistent. He followed me in while I took out my contacts, so I ran a shallow bath for him. NATURALLY, because he's 26 months old and KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, thank you very much, he asked for bubbles.
I obliged, pouring in ample amounts of Diego bubble bath.... which smells an awful lot like the Mane & Tail shampoo I use on the dogs. Huh. So do my dogs smell like little kids, or does my kid smell like a dog?
Even though I think it should work in my favor when we gain an hour, it STILL backfires. Like this morning, for example.
The clock projecting on my ceiling appears to say 5:40am. This is probably correct as I usually get up around 6:40am and I feel like I should be getting up. As I am lying in bed thinking I don't have to get up for another hour, I notice the door to the bathroom moving.
Odd, I think. R just got in the shower. I heard the door close and the water running.
Seconds later, I know why the door is moving when a certain little smiling face appears at the side of my bed and greets me with a happy "HI Mummy!".
I pull him into bed with me and he snuggles in, quite content. He's sprawled all over the top of me, but I can live with this as he is being QUIET and his breathing is slow and rhythmical... almost like he's gone back to sleep.
Moments later, I hear another voice.
"DADDY! Where's Mummy?"
I have to laugh at this one because Mummy is indeed still in bed, yet I hear Daddy say "I don't know, isn't she in bed?". Well yes, I am, but I am covered by a certain two year old.
H crawls into bed with us. So much for sleeping.
S wants to watch Diego and tells me so.
I tell him NO WAY and point to the time projected in blue on my ceiling. "You see those numbers? They need to say seven-oh-oh before we're watching Diego, dude."
Seconds later, his arm snakes out from under the covers and shoots to the ceiling. "SEVEN-OH-OH!!!", he yells triumphantly.
"No way. Five-five-two. It says FIVE-FIVE-TWO. That is NOT seven-oh-oh. Forget it. Go to sleep".
But alas, I stand corrected, for H quietly informed me it was now five-five-three. Of course. And that makes all the difference in the world!
On a lighter note.... S wanted to take a bath tonight. Daddy said they were all taking showers because it was faster, but S was insistent. He followed me in while I took out my contacts, so I ran a shallow bath for him. NATURALLY, because he's 26 months old and KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, thank you very much, he asked for bubbles.
I obliged, pouring in ample amounts of Diego bubble bath.... which smells an awful lot like the Mane & Tail shampoo I use on the dogs. Huh. So do my dogs smell like little kids, or does my kid smell like a dog?
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