Dec 11

(smirk)

I wake up to “MMME! I GOTTA GO PEEEEEEE!” complete with whining. Get him undressed and his nighttime diaper off, and he says “MMMMMME! CARRY MEEEEEEE!”

No, I don’t think so dude - you can walk.

So what does he do? He stands there and dribbles on the floor waiting for me to get out of bed and carry him to the bathroom. I’ll be glad when he gets out of this stage…..

Get to the kitchen, and Dad is standing by the kitchen boombox with this crud-eating grin on his face. He booms “G’MORNIN Sis!”, and then hits play.

Celine Dion bellowing Christmas carols.

Before I’ve had coffee.

I’d rather have my fingernails ripped off one by one during unmedicated childbirth. I’d rather have a root canal done during a kidney stone attack.

And it’s not over yet. Whee.

Just as I get my coffee poured, Dad booms at Daniel “Boy, put you some SHORTS on or I’mma get my BELT!”

All this before before 10 AM.

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