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This is no way really depicts, me, my house OR my coffee
Though I wish it did, because it would imply I have a bigger house and
cleaner carpet than i really do.
Oh, and that I was much thinner as well.
One can dream
Place: Living Room/Couch
Time: 5:45 p.m.
Who: Mom, Maggie, Max
Activity: Mom "sleeping", Kids busy being kids.
Mom: Lying semi comatose on couch after LOOONG night before and day. Trying to "sleep" and wishing she could.
Children: Playing around and then attempting to climb on top of Mom, after Mom telling them there was no room.
Mom: Attempts to "relax" a little while longer.
Children: Climb on top of Mom again with books and sloppy hair tickling Moms face.
Mom: I said No. There is no room on this couch. IF you want to play, then play in here, or the kitchen or your room.
Maggie: Yes there is room on here.
Mom: No there isn't. Now go and play and just let me be here for a few more minutes.
Maggie: In a huff... (grabbing books) C'mon Max, we will go read these in our room. C'mon, hold my hand Max. Hold my hand. (Max takes her hand and off they walk) We will go in our room cause our Mom is MEAN to us.
Off they went, down the hall, only to discover their bedroom was "too dark". So seconds later they returned down the hall.
Maggie: singing her own tune....I will read this book, because our Mom is a dangit." And then she sits on the chair.
Max: That's my spot. that's my spot.
Maggie: You can sit right next to me, cause you're my beeeest friend.
Max climbs up next to Maggie and she proceeds to "read" him two books about the cows and the pigs.
Mom is so amused by the whole situation that she literally peels herself off the couch, JUST so she can write it down, never to forget the time that her 3 year old blithely stated, as she held her brothers hand down the hall...."Our Mom is mean to us." And then happily took care of him and read him stories so mean Mom could get just 2 more seconds of rest.
Place: Living room couch/computer
When: 6:00 p.m.
Who: Mom, Maggie and Max
Activity: Mom types on laptop, kids eat a sleeve of crackers at the coffee table.