Have I mentioned that I love me some sleep? And that I hate being awakened? DS has been sick and home from school the past few days, so when DD comes into our bedroom in the morning, and cheerfully shouts "Geee UP!!" in my ear, she does not find me showered and ready to get her dressed as she usually does. Instead, she witnesses the many phases of my awakening.

Phase 1     Murmuring…."Yeaaa, Annn Bbbb…Immmm Uppppmmnnnn."

Phase 2    Anger…. "Anna…Man…ok! I’m up ok? Let me at least go to the bathroom, OK???"

Phase 3   Denial…  "OK Anna B. Mommy is going to put on an Olie episode while I sleep here on the couch ok?"

Phase 4    Acceptance…"OK guys…let’s eat some breakfast."

And it’s all Sasha Cohen and the other ice skaters’ fault. Why do they have to push the skating coverage all the way to the end of the Olympic coverage? I’m staying up too late. But boy….Sasha rocked the Hizz-ouse…didn’t she?

I’m making a promise to myself to get to bed earlier tonight. DS seems well enough to go back to school tomorrow, and I want to be well enough (or at least awake enough) to take him!

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