froggie boots and the damage done
Startled out of a heavy sleep at 5:30 this morning to find our precious (and i use this just as sarcastically as my mother did when referring to my brother and me) screaming her head off because she couldn't fit the froggie boots over her pajamied feet. Not a little mad, SCREAMING mad. BOOT ON BOOT ON BOOT ON.
She managed to smash one on and got the other half way on before calming down. And no matter the situation, if there is one parent wrangling the child, there is invariably another parent still in bed. this other parent isn't sleeping, of course, but they're still PRONE. something that is highly desirable in the pitch black before dawn.
I hate winter anyway, getting up before the light ticks me off even more and there is someone in the house who is SLEEPING and it's NOT me.
She managed to smash one on and got the other half way on before calming down. And no matter the situation, if there is one parent wrangling the child, there is invariably another parent still in bed. this other parent isn't sleeping, of course, but they're still PRONE. something that is highly desirable in the pitch black before dawn.
I hate winter anyway, getting up before the light ticks me off even more and there is someone in the house who is SLEEPING and it's NOT me.
