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Mornings in the Life V 2.0 house

I’m not a morning person. Never have been. I married a morning person. Maude love him. My child is a morning person. Maude help me.

Our M,W, Th, and Fri morning routine is actually very sweet, disparate morning preferences notwithstanding:

Kidlet wakes up somewhere between 5:30 a.m. and 6:30 a.m. (UGH). Either I, or kidlet’s dad will go retrieve him from his room and bring him into our bed where he will nurse for a little while. (I am able to lie there mostly half-asleep.) Then his dad takes him and gets him dressed and breakfasted. I stay in bed and attempt to sleep.

When it’s time to take kidlet off to daycare he will receive instruction to, “Go say bye-bye to Mama,” and I’ll hear him come into the bedroom where he might climb onto the bed to give me a kiss, and say, “Bye-bye, Mama.” Or he’ll be carried into the room to say goodbye and blow me kisses.

I love that most mornings he is happy and excited to go off to daycare. I also love that I married someone who is sympathetic of my desire to catch a little more sleep when I can.



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Phone is ringin’ – oh my god

Usually when my cell phone rings at 6:30 a.m. (yes, A.M.) it’s my BFF calling after she’s had a few too many adult beverages, to tell me she loves me (LOVE YOU TOO!!!!).

This morning when my cell phone rang, it was not my BFF.

I woke up this morning to my husband hitting me, telling me my phone was ringing. So, I picked it up and saw PRIVATE on the caller ID. I immediately experienced a moment of panic because my mom’s number comes up PRIVATE on my caller ID, and quickly doing the math in my head, it was 3:30 a.m. in California, where my mom lives. I took a deep breath, and answered the phone.

Me: Hello?

Person on the other end: Megan!

Me: No. I’m sorry you have the wrong number. Click.

Immediately the phone rang again. PRIVATE.

Me: Hello?

Guy on the other end: Wait! I’m sorry I called you Megan. I met you earlier tonight – you gave me your number…

Me: Dude, wasn’t me.

Guy: Wait!

Me: Click.

Sorry dude. You either can’t read what she wrote down, you can’t dial a phone, or she gave you the wrong number. I hope, for your sake, that it was option 1, or 2.

(I should say that my cell phone number is still based in California, so this guy thought he was calling someone at THREE THIRTY A.M. Is that really the best way to start a relationship?)

(Bonus points for anyone who can name the song I pulled the title from. Or more grammatically correct, the song from which I pulled the title.)


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