I CAN'T WIN PART MCMCMXVIIII

Status: Feeling better, the aches have left. But five minutes ago I think I might have coughed up my spleen...

Okay, so, according to my latest posts, what problems have I been having with Thing Two? (My eight-year old son.) He won't get up in the morning. I have to drag him out of bed and threaten him with pain SEVERAL TIMES before he'll even come downstairs to get ready for the day.

So, today is a non-school day. Thing One had a friend over for a sleepover last night, and all the kids stayed up pretty dang late. I was looking forward to a morning of SLEEPING IN.

Guess who comes meandering down the stairs at 6:30 am, bless him???

Yep, THING TWO. And don't worry, I told him to get his butt right back upstairs and go to bed. But of course he decided he was UP and had to wake up the baby, who in turn decided he was ravenous and made ME get up to feed him.

I can't win.

Cooked a lovely breakfast of Cinnabon muffins, sausages and eggs for the kids. (I had Grape Nuts.) Now they're watching movies in their PJ's and playing Wii and being GOOD.

So I guess I win a little?

Have a good weekend everyone!