First it was Riley, beside my bed with a desperate face.
"Can I come in, Mommy?"
"If you'll sleep..." was my mumbled reply.
Less than a minute later...
The loudest whisper - "MOM!"
Owen, with a desperate face.
We are squished and layered, like a flaky croissant. Like pie crust. Like strata in a rock face.
It's fine if they keep quiet.
Course they don't. Followed by threats of leaving the bed - me, them, everyone.
Chris gets up to shower, his escape.
When they laugh too much, I get up in a huff and stomp down the stairs to sleep in Riley's bed.
His pillow stinks and I can still hear them laughing above.
They come down and I go back up to a hot shower.
It's now 5:57 am.
I have a pretty important meeting this morning, then a, you know, regular hectic school day, followed by a PTO-provided dinner and three hours of Parent-Teacher conferences.
I won't be home until after 8 pm tonight.
They bug me but I miss them. They squish me but I love it. They love me and I laugh at their faces.
I need another snow day.
1 comment:
awwwww what a cute picture. Riley really looks like you. Hee hee hee, at least they're adorable little kids. I get woken up by my brother.
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