I hate...no... I L O A T H E mornings.
Loathe them entirely. Always have.
This morning when the alarm went off signaling Dewy's wake up call he first moaned and groaned, second sighed, and lastly decided to steam roll on top of me.
Cue fury.
He then proceeded to lay on top of me, squeezing my lungs closed and poked at any part of my body he could reach without moving. Thighs, calf, sides, face, arm, ect. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. AND it was morning time.
Cue AVID fury.
When Dewy wakes up I have a good 30-40 minutes of sleep left until I have to get up and get ready. Today those precious minutes were demolished by a steam roller and the song "You Are So Beautiful To Me" (Dewy's favorite tune to sing while I lay like a hag in bed. Today he jumped on me and sang it. )
Tomorrow is Saturday. I have to work on Saturdays. Dewy does not.
Revenge is imminent.
2 thoughts:
I know the feeling, I work every other weekend and Carter never has to and those are the freaking hardest days to get up and get going!
You dork of course I remember you!! You are funny your blog makes me laugh! I hope all is well with you too! You are cute together! Ok I will be there! Thanks for the invite!! I'll see ya real soon!
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