There is a certain little boy who stole my heart. . .
This morning he also stole my bed.
He wiggled and squirmed and wiggled and squirmed. . .
Until he stole my sleep as well.
He then started saying he hurt. . .his tummy hurt. . .
We got up with visions of stomach virus floating through my head.
He wanted "wakey" clothes on. I got his shirt on and then he insisted he keep his pj pants on.
Then he wanted milk.
I wanted coffee.
All of this was happening during the ungodly hours between 530 & 7 am.
We sat for a while in the chair and then I got up to make some breakfast.
This is what went down while my back was turned.
Traitor!
This morning he also stole my bed.
He wiggled and squirmed and wiggled and squirmed. . .
Until he stole my sleep as well.
He then started saying he hurt. . .his tummy hurt. . .
We got up with visions of stomach virus floating through my head.
He wanted "wakey" clothes on. I got his shirt on and then he insisted he keep his pj pants on.
Then he wanted milk.
I wanted coffee.
All of this was happening during the ungodly hours between 530 & 7 am.
We sat for a while in the chair and then I got up to make some breakfast.
This is what went down while my back was turned.
Traitor!
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