Summer and teenagers. Yup, we're livin' in the land of swimming pools = bathtubs, and A.M. = P.M. Today I forced my little guy to get up at 11:00 this morning. Much whining ensued...but, yeesh, he was asleep on the couch and I wanted to sit on it. Happily for him, he was off and running to the pool with a friend. This left me alone with the sleeping 17 year old. Who slept and slept and slept. Me? I worked out, drew, did laundry, painted, did dishes, and ate at least three times. I LOVED it! But, around 4:00, I started feeling a little lonely, the house was just a bit too quiet. I decided it was a good time to wake the big guy up. Shake, shake, stir, stir.
Me: "Why do you sleep so late?"
Big guy: "It's your fault, you didn't wake me up."
Hmmmmmm...might just be willing to take the blame again tomorrow. After I hug him a whole lotta buncha today, of course!
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And yes, I know there's something off about my clock.
...decided it doesn't really bother me so much.
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