This morning the alarms went off and we both answered it with a 'fuck you'. Of course this meant that instead of getting up between 6 - 6:30 we woke up at 7 and could barely get through our mourning routine as our eyes were still shut.
I threatened to shove a red hot poker up Bo's ass if he even thought of making decafe this morning. He obeyed like a good boy. I have every intention of drinking that whole damn pot.
On a happier note:
Dear Jocelyn,
Daddy ran to the store this morning to pick up the best thing for your stuffy nose. A syringe/booger sucker. Mama is looking forward to holding you down and sucking that shit out.
You'll forgive me, since I have had no more than 5 hours of sleep in the past week thanks to you.
Love ya muches, Mama...mwahahahaha

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