Saturday, June 16, 2012
I get woken up for really odd reasons at all times of the day. Yes, day!
I get woken up to solve big problems, "Mom, we're out of spaghetti sauce."
"Mom, everybody in this family uses me for their punching bag." I get woken up to deal with drama.
I get woken up for physics. #7's finger and the door tried to occupy the same space at the same time.
I get woken up to be a calendar. "Mom, do I have a baseball game today?"
"Mom, what time is my baseball game at?" And, a clock.
I get woken up to be a counselor, "Mom, why are girls so...stupid?"
"Um, I'm a girl."
"I know, that's why I'm asking you."
And, I get woken up to answer tricky questions. "Mom, how much longer are you going to sleep?"
None of it really bugs me, I choose to work at night so I can be there to be woken up by my most important job, motherhood.
Thursday I was in a really deep sleep, felt something in my hair reached up and OW! got stung by a wasp.