The alarm goes off.
Old man gets out of bed.
I get up, turn off my alarm, set to go off in just over an hour.
7:15 rolls around and the kid knocks on my door, “mom, I don’t feel as bad as I did yesterday, can I go to school today?”. I groan, roll over, look at the clock and croak, “no, the bus already ran – so you’re still sick!”.
I’m sure to win the Mother of The Year award this year, I’m sure of it!
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Love it.
Yes, I’m practicing my beauty pageant wave as we speak…it’s coming along nicely.
You know you’re going to hell, right? hee!
Well, at least I’ll be in good company :p