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I love my children. I love my children. I love my children.
But my two beautiful boys got up at 4:45 this morning, and were doing what sounded like beating on pots and pans with a metal spoon. I could've slept through that, probably, but Nolan yelling at them (from his snuggly spot under the covers right next to me) to 'go back to bed, already,' made it a little more difficult.
They went upstairs and performed what I can only guess was army-quality calisthenics until 5:30, when instead of hearing them above us, they brought their morning sunshine and joy back downstairs and started playing a video game. Which, you know, wouldn't be bad, but with a running commentary from Aaron, "Oh, man! You got told!" and "You stunk that one up! Why do you keep dying, Ethan?" even the most stalwart of sleepers couldn't have done it. Nolan yelled a few more times, but to no avail.
So.
I love my children. I love my children. I love my children.
And WHY, WHY, WHY do who I assume are otherwise normal people lose their damn minds in the school parking lot? You are not the only people in the world, and little Suzie is not going to get frostbite walking from your Cadillac SUV to the door of the school, even in 15 degree weather. Look around! There are other cars that need to drop off their kids, too!
Ahem. Okay. Sorry. Rant over. I have a sore throat? Maybe that's the problem.
No, I think it's probably the stupid parking lot people and getting awakened at an ungodly hour.
I hope all the rest of YOU have a lovely day, though. :D
But my two beautiful boys got up at 4:45 this morning, and were doing what sounded like beating on pots and pans with a metal spoon. I could've slept through that, probably, but Nolan yelling at them (from his snuggly spot under the covers right next to me) to 'go back to bed, already,' made it a little more difficult.
They went upstairs and performed what I can only guess was army-quality calisthenics until 5:30, when instead of hearing them above us, they brought their morning sunshine and joy back downstairs and started playing a video game. Which, you know, wouldn't be bad, but with a running commentary from Aaron, "Oh, man! You got told!" and "You stunk that one up! Why do you keep dying, Ethan?" even the most stalwart of sleepers couldn't have done it. Nolan yelled a few more times, but to no avail.
So.
I love my children. I love my children. I love my children.
And WHY, WHY, WHY do who I assume are otherwise normal people lose their damn minds in the school parking lot? You are not the only people in the world, and little Suzie is not going to get frostbite walking from your Cadillac SUV to the door of the school, even in 15 degree weather. Look around! There are other cars that need to drop off their kids, too!
Ahem. Okay. Sorry. Rant over. I have a sore throat? Maybe that's the problem.
No, I think it's probably the stupid parking lot people and getting awakened at an ungodly hour.
I hope all the rest of YOU have a lovely day, though. :D
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