I slept until 10:50 this morning. Ten. Fifty. This makes me sound like a lazy lady. I sound even more so when I admit that I went to sleep at 9:30 last night. Realize, people, I have kids. So, of course, this was not really 13 hours of sleep.
6:44 - "Mama, I'm awake!"
I get up and set G up in front of some cartoons with some Cocoa Crunchies and a cup of Gatorade. He's got a blanket and should be set.
7:44 - "Mama, can you open this for me?"
I feel like I've barely nodded off when he thrusts an American Single at me, unable to wrestle it from its individual wrapper. I free the cheese and remind him Mama needs more sleep.
After 8 sometime - "Hey, Mama, come see!"
G is required to report when he has deposited #2 in the toilet. It figures that he would need a confirmation during my sleepytime.
After 9 someime: "Mama..."
I have no idea what he asked for. I just know I am not sleeping the full thirteen hours.
10:50 - Silence
I finally wake up. Silence is disturbing. What are the boys doing? Are they in cahoots? Are they in the house? I leap from bed to find B playing video games and G watching tv.
G and I make pancakes. It may have been 9 straight hours of sleep followed by choppy sleep, but I need some coffee. G makes me some coffee. He's such a good boy.