A stingy man known as Tom Gold,
Was not young, nor was he old.
He scrounged and he saved,
But missed what he craved,
And he died all alone in the cold.
A little depressing maybe, but I’m cold this morning and it’s still dark.
Not that I’m depressed. I’m not. I’m happy. I just ate a couple eggs scrambled, and some bacon, and I had nice big glass of orange juice, and it was so good, and I have a long list of fun things to do today, and I have music playing and I feel really good…except for that cold part. I’m still trying to get past that.
My boys are still sleeping and it’s almost 7:00. This is nearly unheard of. I’m enjoying the personal space. However…there’s almost no way we are getting to school on time. Better go.
Don’t forget the time change this weekend.
Hooray for personal space! I do love those unexpected pockets of time.
I did enjoy that time in the morning…maybe a little too much. By the time Aron woke up he had wet his bed. He was in bed TOO long. On a positive note…we did make it to school on time, even after stripping Aron’s bed. It turned into a really good day.
🙂
Sorry about Aron. I’ve had the same type of trouble with Halle. I think we’ll be in Pull-ups for the rest of her life…