5:30 a.m. Pint at baby gate in bedroom door. "I had a nightmare".


Go back to bed.

I can't. I'm scared.

Okay, come on in.

5:30 to 6:30 a.m. Toss and turn on the literal edge of bed. Try to make room to be comfortable. Doesn't work.

6:30 am.


Meemaw!! Quit turning around and turning around and turning around!!

Pint!! Get outta my bed!!

"I can't go back to sleep"......

So get up. It's 6:30. The sun is awake. Go back upstairs.

Can I watch TV? Real quietly?

Sure.

ZZZZZiiiiipppppp. Up she goes.

Blessed sleep.

6:45 A.M.

3/4 Pint at doorway. Can I come in? Sure. Come in.

6:48 a.m. 3/4 Pint (don't EVER give a girl child the name Grace ANYWHERE in her name. EVER) falls over the baby gate, breaks open scraped knee from two days ago when she fell off her bike.

6:49 a.m.

SCREEEEEECH

6:49 a.m. I give up and get up. Find Band Aid in my half blind state. Help her put bandaid on knee. Give comfort.

Up she goes to bedroom.

6:51 a.m.

Screaming and punching from bedroom. Pint and 3/4 are now in a knockdown drag out all out fight. Screeching and screaming, crying and snotting all over the room.

6:52 a.m. Up the stairs I go. Break it up. 1/2 Pint is in bed with her ipod on, listening to music. Lucky Girl.

Pint was screaming at 3/4 because 3/4 turned on the light to find her Neenee (blanket). She was looking for 'emergency neenee', which is a small 1/2 inch wide piece of old neenee, about 20 inches long and very disreputable. She needs emergency neenee because I, in my apparent germaphobic state, W A S H E D real neenee a week ago. Real neenee had been puked on. But freshly washed, it doesn't smell right....and so, we needed emergency neenee to get us through until real neenee developed a rather fragrant normalcy.

Pint doesn't like a lot of lights on in the morning. She would rather even eat breakfast in the dark.

I turn light BACK on, find emergency neenee, turn light off, tell them all to shut the heck up and go back downstairs to get a cuppa.

Pint comes down and eats. Cocoa Pebbles. 3/4 Pint does not want to eat. Into the bedroom with Pappy she goes.

1/2 Pint comes down the stairs. Into the bedroom with Pappy she goes. Comes out crying, heart broken.

3/4 Pint has beat her in there into 'HER' spot next to Pappy. Her life has never been worse. She is totally devestated and doesn't WANT to wait her turn to snuggle with Pappy. I offer hugs, kiss tears away and ask if she would like some breaktast....(that's the way she says it). She allows as how she would, chooses Apple Jacks.

I manage to pour a cup of coffee while I get her some cereal. Take one drink on the way to the cupboard.

Get cereal.

She eats, I read paper and drink a cup. Take cup into Pappy who is still reclining in bed. I want someone to give me time to wake up and bring me coffee. Sigh.

3/4 Pint finally comes out. 1/2 is coloring on couch. Pint is back upstairs. 1/2 Pint wants me to color with her NOW.

3/4 Wants green olives for breakfast. I say no. I offer cucumbers. She tells me how cucumbers are what pickles are made from. I tell her I know this and she is not having pickles for breakfast. I offer cereal or waffles. She wants cinnamon toast. I tell her no. I am not getting up. I offer fruits.


She asks for salad. I tell her I don't want to make salad. She allows as how we have "Debbie Meyers Green Bags" so she can just reach in and get some lettuce out of the green bag.

I just want to wake up; I tell her go for it then.

Check email. Quick Blog. Off to color with 1/2.

My oldest daughter is 31 years old today. Happy Birthday Nursey!!