Mommy is sleep deprived popette. Quarter to five ain’t a good wake up time. 6am? Sure, lets do it…but if it’s dark out you better think twice before grabbing my nose and poking me in the eyeballs. Yes, I know we co-sleep and I probably deserve the smacks and pokes but you know what? IT WAS QUARTER TO FIVE. You know you you love listening to birds chirping. They weren’t this morning…wanna know why? It was too goddamn early. So why did you think it was okay to start laughing and assaulting your father and I? Did you REALLY need to bite daddies nipple to try and wake him up? Weren’t kicks to the rib and cackling enough?

And now you’re at Grandmas for the night. And I miss you, you’ve been gone for about three hours. Why is it I daydream about free nights like this and when they come I sit around eating chicken salad, doing laundry, contemplating going to sleep so I can wake up sooner to see you tomorow thus starting the cycle of getting annoyed/wanting you at a sitters/missing you.

The world will never know.

Go to bed,

Love mommy

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