And It’s Not Even 9AM

A little rundown of how awesome my day has been so far:

  • Around 12:30 this morning I awoke to someone looming over my side of the bed. I screamed, my heart was racing, and I lept up. Turns out it was Jake who was scared for some reason and who I obviously scared even more with my reaction.
  • I then heard music coming from somewhere in the house (I heard it through the baby monitor), and realized the TV was on in the living room. I know I shut if off before bed, so then I was freaked out and couldn’t get back to sleep for a while.
  • Noah started making noise around 4 and I had to drag my sorry ass out of bed around 4:50
  • I broke a plate. (At least I hate them.)
  • Someone put a dime in my tea and I didn’t realize it until I was at the bottom of my mug.
  • I burned my egg.
  • Noah dumped his bowl of canned apricots on the braided rug.
  • Both boys are rather needy today and I have a lot I want/need to get done.

Hello, March? Yeah, you’re not starting out well. Please, someone, tell me today will get better!

3 Replies to “And It’s Not Even 9AM”

  1. It HAS to get better, right?

  2. In like a lion, it sounds like! 🙂 I’m sorry, Carol. 🙁

  3. Well, I am glad that someone else has had a crappy week like me… i’m sorry that it is crappy but I’m just glad I’m not alone lol… BTW I love that photo entry you did… that was a lot of fun and cool!

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