Fatherhood

The worst part is that Arwyn has a watch and she knows how to tell time, but she’d rather walk into your bedroom and stare at you until you awaken, then ask if it’s time to get up.  Of course, she was hopped up on chocolate and excitement, so she started even earlier than she does at home.  On weekends, I mean.  On weekdays, it’s 50-50 if she’ll wake up early or need to be dragged out of bed.  Anyway, I’m glad that someone else had the pleasure.  Unfortunately, no, I didn’t get to sleep in, because my cats are even more obnoxious alarm clocks than my kids.

My shirt gives fair warning that a sarcastic comment is loading, while Kia’s gone all mermaidy and Arwyn’s channeling Elsa.