Every so often, my kids and I engage in a game they call "Mommy Monster." I lie on the sofa in wait until some unsuspecting child walks by, and then I reach out and grab them and tickle them mercilessly until all three kids jump on me in a giggly, squealing, squirmy mass.
Today, I wound up underneath just such a pile of happily loud and wiggly kids.
And I fell asleep.
I woke up the instant one of the kids jumped off me and set off all those internal mommy alarms that blare when a child of mine is not readily present and accounted for.
But I'm still annoyed. They had all that fun without me.
Damn but I'm tired.
Stupid insomnia. I hate you.
P.S. I know I've got a pronoun/antecedent agreement issue in the first paragraph, but I'm too tired to figure out how to fix it.
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