Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Space man
Last night Hilton was up about 7 hundred and seventy eight times. The first time he woke up, he said he felt sick. So I got the sick bowl and put it beside his bed. The other 777 times he just was doing it to annoy me. I am convinced of this. Anyway, he was totally fine this morning. Why am I posting about this? Because this is the conversation we just had:
H: I'm a space man!
M: cool.
H: I'm a space man because I have the throw up bowl on my head.
M: cool!
H: Can you build me a space airplane? Can you build me a space airplane? MOM!!!!!!
M: yes?
H: Can you build me a space airplane?
M: Ummmm, I don't know how.
H: Okay. I'm a space man with a throw up bowl on my head!!!
M: cool.
I'm tired. Still, just give me a break, okay? If I were a good mom I would have said, sure, honey let's build a space ship together!!! But I am a bad mom. A bad, bad mom, who is now going to go read a book.
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2 comments:
I feel your pain. Take some 'me' time so that you can be a 'better' mom later! I am all for reading books....
You are not a bad Mom. Hilton is still alive this morning to talk to you! That's alot of patience. He doesn't quite realize it yet, but someday, he'll KNOW when it's him being wakened up 778 times! Mom
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