I need a time clock that young children will respect.
I am sorry, you may not __________
throw up
wet the bed
have a nightmare
“needa go potty”
have trouble sleeping
freakin talk to me
because, I am OFF THE CLOCK.
Will be punching back in tomorrow at 8 a.m.
A girl can dream.
(I hope this isn’t considered complaining, because we all know I soooooooo gave that up this year. Yes, indeedy. The above is the articulation of a dream. Yes, yes, that’s it.)
I’ve had a similar dream, Alison, that includes duct tape.
Wishful thinking?
“freakin talk to me”
I am so with you there. As a card-carrying extrovert, I would think that I could handle the incessant talking, but sometimes (ok, often) I just can’t.
I just smile now when I hear new moms lamenting the fact that their ten month old isn’t articulating any real words yet.
Older moms probably smiled knowingly at me when I said the same.
Hope tomorrow is better.