May 11, 2004
Some Mornings....
Me to Little Dude: Can you please go get dressed? No...not down here. In your room.
Me (5 minutes later): you need to hurry up.
At 8 minutes, from upstairs - CRASH! BANG! THUMP!
Me: Get your butt down here NOW
Me (at the 10 minute mark): You need to be downstairs RIGHT NOW, young man!
THUMP.....THUMP....THUMP....THUMP....THUMP down the stairs.
Me: Excuse me? Can you be a little quieter, please? We do have neighbors, you know
Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!
And then there was the teeth brushing. Ten freakin' minutes. Without sound. The stealth brusher.
Most of the time he's not like this. He's usually Mr. Happy To Be Awake And Cooperate With Mom.
Today he was up by 6am, downstairs, watching tv until I got up. Fine with me.......but today was noisy day. EVERYTHING was noisy. Including my neighbors outside. Car wouldn't start. Tow truck banging around.
I was not amused.
Posted by DaGoddess at May 11, 2004 09:45 AM