So, I've had this stupid cold lately. You know--like the rest of the world.
I was so tired on Saturday, I got up, made the kids breakfast, and
sneaked climbed back to bed in my cozy, furry, miracle, fleece pyjammies.
Well, that never works.
First, The Boy found me...
And he's good, and quiet and everything, but for whatever reason he can NOT STOP MOVING.
Why can't kids stop moving?!?
I can stop moving.
OH you should watch me not move sometime. It's breath-taking.
Then The Girl discovers the "snuggle party."
And at first, they're all happy and nice, but there's NO WAY I can sleep.
Then within about two minutes, they get all fighty.
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I farted! No you didn't. Yes I did! That was a fake fart! No it wasn't! Yes it was! |
Things only get worse from there. Blankets and pillows get trashed. It all turns stupid.
Finally, BLISSFULLY, they get sick of one another, and leave.
Aaaah...heavenly bed. Heavenly sleep!
TEN MINUTES LATER...
Whoo! That was boring.