The Morning Blergs...and Lots of Sarcasm

I woke up this morning at 6am to Bailey screaming "No! no. no. NOOOOOO!!!!" from her room and like any responsible parent, I laid in bed until I figured she wasn't talking herself down alone.  Of course, the moment my foot hit the floor, she stopped screaming like she was under attack and went back to sleep. I, on the other hand, was now firmly awake.

If I had a nickel for every time my offspring was able to psychically wake me at an indecent hour (ten cents for weekends), I'd have this retirement thing all planned out.  But, as it is, I paused to lament my lack of millions funded by the imaginary Irony Foundation for Disabused Parents, and instead, looked to my morning with thankfulness that I now had plenty of time to wonder why everyone posts on Facebook while I'm asleep and whether the kids would wake up if I creaked across the floor to go grind coffee beans.

In the end I took advantage of my early morning by blogging about our week...and then ten hours later, when I went to apply photos to the aforementioned post, I learned the importance of never assuming you have saved something while in a did-I-really-forget-to-wash-off-my-eye-makeup-the-one-time-I've-worn-it-this-year daze.  It wasn't pretty.

On many levels.

And considering I can't remember to bring extra pull-ups with me when I leave the house (for my children...), you can bet I can't recall any details of that original post except that I did a lot of complaining about using plastic forks, however earth friendly and fabulous mine may be.

And of course I tied it together with a really nice add-in about how it's all symbolism for how meaningless our physical possessions are.

I'll pause for you to grasp the genius in that original thought.
 
I'll be back later with a little less sarcasm and a little more sentiment.  In the mean time, enjoy this photo of my eldest displaying her obsessive compulsions via cherry dissection. 

That's right...everyone get in line.

Cheers!