I hate mornings. I especially hate sleeping poorly and being woken up early by a baby lunging at my face with a mouthful of drool. Who wants that all over their face? Seriously?
Alright, this morning wasn’t that terrible.
Wait. Yes it was. That’s exactly what it was like. The Romgi either doesn’t mind mornings or is just a very motivated, driven person because he starts work at 7. Yeah, 7 a.m. I will say again, publicly, that I prefer not to be awake before 8:30 at the very, very earliest. But the Romgi wakes up at…who knows when? It’s some ungodly hour, I’m sure. He probably thinks it’s cute to see jr lunging at me while I try to fight her off by rolling over.
Not cute at all.
Well…maybe a tiny bit.
But only because she’s having a nap now – finally!