Normally I'd wake up unlawfully early by Erik crying or Leah tapping MY HEAD (why??) and when I turn around she's 2 inches from my face with her sour apple breath asking
-Can I watch my shows on TV?
I turn around to see what time it is and when I see 5.30 it's like I'm being replaced with this hideous, mean monster, dragging her back to bed saying
- Rooooooooaaaarrrr GOODNIGHT!
But today I got to sleep 'til 7! Yay! Slept great! Then I was gready and just wanted 2 more minutes in bed to stretch but by then the kids where high on life and running around chasing the cat down to our bedroom. Erik is as close to his face as possible while screeching so loud I'm sure he's deaf now, poor cat. Asked Leah to take Tiger out and not to chase him (at least not down to our bedroom!)
-But why?
-Because this is our bedroom and not a playroom. (because I said so!)
-OK, she says grumpily as she tries to push Tiger out.
They all leave for a whole 30 seconds and we start all over again!! :)
