I love to sleep. And I’m not gonna lie, I love it a little too much. It’s ironic, I guess, that I never want to go to bed at night. I just seem to sleep better in those early morning hours than any of the late night ones. I’ve always thought I’d grow up and grow out of it….maybe there is still time for that.
I was so tired by Friday afternoon that I made a little plan for Saturday morning. I have a baby who likes to sleep until nine….sometimes later. So, if I could just get the big kids to behave until then, I’d be all set for a Saturday morning sleep in. Yea!
“I’m gonna make muffins tonight. They’ll be on the counter in the morning with your cups and napkins. Tiny Dancer will pour the juice, and then you can all have breakfast and watch Dora. OK?”
The good news is, I got to sleep in.
I was alerted to the bad news when Papa Bear woke up around eight and hollered, “Why did you eat the tops off of all the muffins?!?”
But I love to sleep, so I didn’t get up to take a picture.
August 29, 2010 mommyhood