(Tap tap tap on my back as I slumber)
Lauren: Daddy?
Me: snaarkle. cough. cough. as;lfhaweuopftfffftt. Yeah baby?
Her: Can I get in? (our bed)
Me: Sure honey.
Her: With my pants off? (She doesn’t like underpants and sleeps only in a pajama top).
Me: No honey.
Her: Can we go downstairs then?
Me: No honey.
Her: Can I get in then?
Me: Sure honey.
Her: With no pants on?
Me: Sure baby.
Her: (sound of her cute little cow print pajama pants hitting the floor and then her climbing over me at the bottom of the bed, followed by the rustling of her getting under the covers, getting situated, etc., then silence for five seconds).
Her: Daddy?
Me: (sighing) Yeah baby?
Her: Can we turn on the tv?
Me: No honey. We’re trying to sleep.
Her: Can we go downstairs then?
Me: No honey. We’re sleeping.
Then, since Patrick has learned that we share a wall with his room, he begins beating the wall behind his crib.
Me: Honey, I guess it’s time to get up then.
GBD: Guess so…
Us: (shuffling into Patrick’s room, and as we’re getting him out of the crib comes…)
Fia: MOMMY!!! DADDY!!!! I AWAKE!!!
And that’s the first ten minutes of my day.
Oh, yeah. Gotta love (thick with sarcasm, here) those days. Ish.
update your blog dude. We know you have nothing better to do