"Mommy, mommy..." Are you kidding me? It's 6:03 a.m. It's Saturday. "Mommy, remember when you said we could make chocolate chip muffins? Remember? Mommy." Really, child? Seriously, you want to talk about muffins at 6:03? Seriously?
After moments of ignoring my wild child, he snuggled in and before I knew it, the "I'm sleeping again breathing" from that little body fills the space. Is there anything better?
8:00 a.m. "Mommy, about those chocolate chip muffins..."
Thanks for the extra hours, my love.
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