It's 5 am.
We're eating popsicles, watching cartoons, and drinking ginger ale. Because that's how we roll before the crack of dawn.
I'm wishing I had slept for longer than 45 minutes.
My hair's a mess and I think I still have remnants of yesterday's make-up smeared across my face. But I'm sure my 5 year old won't mind too much. Yet again, that's how our day is going.
My overheard bits of randomness from the last few days (because randomness seems to be the only thing I'll do well today):
From my oh so sweet child to his aunt: You won't be laughing for long, you know. No idea what spurred this oh-so-serious wannabe threat. But everyone found it hilarious.
And Is that in the budget? when helping me make a list for the store. Even at 5, he acts like such a mini-me sometimes.