...you step out of the shower and find a 3 year old constructing a "big, big, big" tower in your bathroom at 6:45am. Older and wiser women in my life tell me these are the best years because they are little, still want to talk to me (even if I am in the shower) and I usually know where they are at night. I am trying to savor the preschool years, really. But 27 consecutive mornings of seeing Luke long before I see the sun come up is getting a wee bit tiresome. Couldn't our bonding moments begin after it's light outside?
I'm just sayin', is all.
2 comments:
Amen to that one!! Hey, look on the bright side, at least you got a shower! :) For me, it doesn't seem to matter when I set my alarm or what time Isaac went to bed, he most often beats me, and I never make it into the shower, making it nearly impossible to get one in before the day is wrapping up again!
So true...this is what we signed up for, really? I agree at least you got a shower in. It is 8pm at night when I am thinking...hmmm did I shower today?
Have a blessed Christmas.
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