The Worst Part of Your Day #2

This morning, 6:30 - wake up. I came in and rubbed your back, spoke sweetly to you, and told you it was wake-up time. You ignored me. I asked you if you wanted me to come back in 5 minutes, and you said yes. (We call this your "second wake-up.")

I came back 15 minutes later, you lucky thing, you, but you promptly said you couldn't wake up. I helped you up, and you sat back down on the floor while I made your bed so you wouldn't have to. I turned on a lamp so I could see, and I pointed the light away from you. Then you told me the lamp made you feel like a vampire. Sigh...

Next you started complaining about how early you have to wake up, that you have to wait YEARS until high school, etc. I simply kissed you on your head and walked away.

As you continued to mumble, you said, "I HATE mornings. They're the worst part of my day!"

I thought laundry was the worst part of your day! ;) [See yesterday's post]

You're a stinker. But I love ya.

Love,
Mom