Now that it's time to pick Bryce up from school, you're both sacked out in deepest slumber. Why couldn't you do that last night? Or do it in your own rooms, and not superglued to my side? Or stay that way past 5:45 in the freaking morning? Or, at the very least, have the decency to go to your father and ask him for grape juice instead of rousing the person who has been up with you all night?
But no. I'm the one who stayed up with you for hours until you drifted off again. I'm the one who had to stay in one position all night long so as not to disturb the delicate balance of children sleeping around me. I'm the one who got up with you to turn on Hi-5 at the crack of dawn. And now, I take just a little bit of glee in disturbing your quiet slumber, evil mom that I am.
Time to get up kids-- if you don't let me sleep at night, you don't get any sympathy from me during the day.
--originally published 11/17/06
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