The Morning SON

I.LOVE.ME. most of the time. 

I try my best to be a good woman. 

There are a lot of roles that I have in my life:

wife, mother, daughter, sister, granddaughter, friend, neighbor, etc. 

Sometimes life gets overwhelming and all I want to do is SLEEP.

I don't fall asleep easily.  My mind races most nights. 

So when the morning sun greets me,

I usually react by pulling the covers over my head,

turning over, and nodding back off to sleep.

But when The Morning Son greets me, 

my mind again starts racing

wondering what he got himself into this time.

Usually it's the food.

A brand new bag of cereal dumped on the floor?

Eh, that's happened twice this week.

Do you know what else happened twice this week?

Our couch and carpet drank MiLK.

Let me explain.

The Morning Son is CARS' (the movie) biggest race fan

who just wanted to sip some milk.

He had to take matters into his own hands.

You do the math.

With the large amount of milk my couch and carpet drank,

I'm talking like more than a half gallon, 

The Morning Son earned a time out.

Lessons Learned:

- The Morning Son has butterfingers.

- My carpet and couch are deathly afraid

of The Morning Son and his beverage pouring capabilities.

-I need to add a steamvac carpet cleaner to my Christmas list.

- Or just lock my fridge.

- OR I should just get out of bed

and pour my kid a plugged up sippy cup of milk.

PROBLEM SOLVED.

(I hope.)