May 24, 2009

What Happened To My Sleep-in Sundays?

My children hate me and refuse to sleep past 7:30am. On Weekends, their internal alarm clocks somehow get set for 7:15am. And they don't shut up when you wildly slap at them like the Seiko alarm clock next to the bed. That's a cryin' shame.

Sunday is my day to sleep in. I used to take full advantage, too. If my husband or God forbid, a child, dared try to wake me up before noon I would only growl, roll over, and telepathically send out the message get the fuck outta here and let me sleep!

And then we moved. I don't know what happened to our schedules but the kids rarely go to bed before 9pm and naptime is all over the place or not at all. I think I slept until 10:30am on Mother's Day but that's the extent of my "you-don't-exist-to-me-til-noon-at-minimum" Sundays.

Which brings me to right now. 9:02am on Sunday. The One Who Hates Sleep #2 woke up at an obscenely early hour and since I wielded my whip and made Mr work on the fence all. day. long. yesterday, I grabbed my laptop and possibly a chocolate bar and here I sit blogging instead of sleeping - like a damn idiot.
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