When you get up at 4:40 in the morning, THIS is what you tend to look like before the clock in the living room has even chimed 10 AM:
But please know that at least one of us in this house is getting things right. The boy didn’t venture out of bed until 10:30 this morning. That’s when he migrated from his bed to the sofa, where he promptly fell asleep for another 45 minutes, because 10:30? WHAT’S WITH THE EARLY HOUR?
I had to keep telling myself that NO! I really DON’T have a favorite son!!
But then Thing 2 woke up from his nap. He was all warm and squishy and full of snuggles. He crawled up into my lap, patted my arm, and said, “Yuv you yots, Mommy.”
For those of you who are not fluent in Toddler, the translation to that is, “I love you lots, Mommy.”
He’s forgiven for getting up at 4:40…
… every day this week.