So, anyone who knows me knows that I am NOT a morning person. Poke me and I shall kick. Shake me and I shall punch. If you happen to be married to me and you think the morning might be a good time for a little love snuggle, your chest will be swiftly introduced to my elbow. Sorry honey.
Needless to say, it takes me some time to get up and at ’em.
So this morning, after fighting it for some time, I finally kicked off my glorious down comforter and headed to the bathroom. Upon exiting the bathroom, my eyes were fastened directly on the warm bed, where I planned to plant my big old self right back under the covers for another few minutes. Then, out of nowhere….
The child was hidden on the other side of the dresser. Damn, he is QUIET. I let out a little scream and MAY have slipped an accidental *toot* in the process.
He then proceeded to do a little victory dance, one that I quickly ordered him to stop, as I was grumpy and groggy (though my heart was now beating a little bit faster). He did not stop.
I have created a monster. I will now spend the rest of the day thinking of ways to get him back.