Quarter to dawn is the time I got out of bed this morning. Did I have somewhere important to be at 7:00? No. Did my alarm accidentally go off a 6:15 in the A.M.? No. Are you training for a marathon? Hell-to-the-no!
Gee, Stefanie, why on earth would you get up that early? I'll tell you why. Because my 5 year old wakes up before dawn and this morning, rather than quietly playing in her room, she decided to walk into Lyla's room and throw a bunch of stuffed animals at her peacefully sleeping sister. Which woke her up and then started a long sequence of running, squealing, giggling, stomping on the floor and eventually screaming. Did I mention this all happened at 6:15??????
WHY CHILDREN? WHY?????????
So I'm awake and I stomp directly upstairs to see what in the hell is going on. Sasha is sprinting back to her room, because she knows EXACTLY what she's done. I march her into her room and have a short discussion about the digital clock in her room and what the numbers on it mean. She is VERY aware that 6:45 in the earliest she should be leaving her room, but for some reason she ignored the clock today. I hate starting the day this way!
Did I mention that Dave, who could here a pin drop on carpet, pretended that he didn't hear any of this? He'd rather play like he's in a coma than walk upstairs and deal with the kids. The first thing he says to me when he eventually wakes from his coma is, "If I went to McWife and placed an order, I'd order something small and spicy.......that yells a lot."
I think I'll have a margarita for breakfast this morning. Maybe I'll add protein powder, to really make it a meal.