Mornings are, well a nightmare around here. Two girls, One bathroom, one or both ill as a hornet as soon as toes graze the carpet. One theatrical performance after another. Each worthy of a standing ovation.
My drama queens.
So… earlier this week
In an effort to wake up Thing 1
Much like waking a bear
Food laden belly
In the dead of a winter’s hibernation.
So on my third attempt to awaken Thing 1
Read as "Get out of bed this instant. I am not going to tell you again."
Our first picture as a family. None of us are too sure. Thing 2 just flew across several ponds and doesn't speak English. Thing 1 just wants her Mommy and for the new baby to leave. I haven't slept in 27 hours and long for cleanunderwearand a toothbrush.