Anyone else feel like this is how your days go?
Wake up. Pee. Brush teeth (if you can get it in!), wash face. Come downstairs.
Let the dog out. Feed the cats. Let the dog in. Feed the dog.
Feed the child. Maybe now, maybe later. Depends on the time. Child wants to watch "a little TV" at her little table for breakfast time. Log onto computer while sitting on couch.
Figure out my own breakfast. Toasted bread of some sort, slightly buttered with 1/2 an avocado. My fave breakfast. EVER. Soy milk. Take allergy and happy pills.
And the day has officially begun.
Don't even get me started on the nights. But at least the days are slightly different. But the words are sometimes the same.
Because I said so. (I admit it, I've used it once or twice in exhaustion.)
What do you want to eat?
You can't have bugs for breakfast.
That's too fancy, too hot, too small, too big ... pick something else.
Stay in my bed and watch TV while mommy takes a shower.
Close the doooooor!
You can't leave the back door open because if the cats leave they won't come back.
It's too hot for a walk.
Please don't chase Dexter/Harley (anyone else she might be after at that moment!)!
Be nice to Angel.
We can't start it at the beginning, this TV doesn't DO that.
Stay in your bed, or I'm leaving.
I love you.
I love you, too.
And those last two are the reasons that I wouldn't change it for anything in the world.