Friday, March 20, 2009
I love Spring. I HATE "spring forward". We're almost two weeks into it and I still can't wake up. Every morning I fight to get out of bed and when i succeed, I turn around only to see Sleep sitting on my bed like a toddler screaming with his arms outstretched - begging me to return. I don't make my bed and I tell him I'll be right back - just as soon as I get the kids of to school... well, and get some laundry going. Also, I HAVE to check my email and go to the Mafia Wars bank (don't ask). I better clean up breakfast, too, while I'm up. Change some poopy pants. And draw some fleurs for some new Bazzill paper...
By the time I get back to my room, Sleep has cried himself into a sleep of his own. It wouldn't do me any good to cuddle with him now. He'd just ignore me.
Stupid spring forward. It's your fault Sleep and I aren't getting along.