After Pal’s fishing expedition yesterday morning (5am alarm, followed by man/elephant stomping around = cranky me) I deemed it only fair and just that I be the recipient of a noise free, luxuriously long sleep in today. Apparently neither Pal nor the children agreed, and 6:30am came around and they all got up, leaving me for my sleep-in. And proceeded to yell and yahoo and make more noise than the AC/DC concert our neighbor threw last night (isn’t getting to know new neighbors fun?).
I tried my best to ignore it all and drifted back off to sleep for a little while, only to be woken by the unmistakable thud that is baby-skull against wood flooring.
Deciding that it was probably in their best interest NOT to be bashing each others skulls against the ground I emerged from my room to find them in a darkened loungeroom that World War Three must have blasted through. And then, in celebration of my consciousness they all, one after the other, have drifted off to sleep leaving me awake and with a massive clean up.
Moral of the story: Wood floors and baby skulls don’t mix, neither do sleep ins and mummies.
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