A Matter of Timing

Why, oh why do my kids gripe and complain and moan and scream and cry out to the gnashing of teeth when I get them up in the mornings for daycare but each and every weekend they come bounding into my bedroom almost a full hour before daylight smiling and happy as ever, ready to drag my poor, sleep deprived body from the bed so I can make them muffins?

Wait. It’s the muffins isn’t it?

Dang.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s