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It's 9 am. It has been a long morning already.
My kids were up before 7. Not such a big deal, but we had a good storm last night and it took Carrie a while to get to sleep.
And I'm just not used to getting up this early in the summer time.
So in my morning I have dealt with the pains of my child not getting to eat cereal out of the Spiderman bowl. Luckily we have 2 and I could find the other one.
And Walter gave up his Spiderman bowl long before I found the second one just to please Carrie. What a great kid!
We finished one of our Lego Speedracercars- which can be its own fun in itself with kids fighting over the small pieces that are vital to the car- the ones that can get lost in a New York minute.
The kids fought over the Speedracer car, so Mommy is asked to build the other car so they can each have one. (sigh)
Not enough coffee yet. Those kits can take me an hour!
So I dig into the instructions.
Then I hear the sounds that curse the morning. The sounds of my dog, Sampson, or his stomach, rather, as he then proceeds to barf on the nice carpet in the living room. Why not the hardwood or even the linoleum kitchen floor?
Not enough coffee in my system for this yet.
And I think Sampson tried to tell me last night. We gave him the leftover bone from Jeff's Father's Day T-bone steak. Sampson didn't eat it at first. He looked at it and it almost looked like he was saying, "no, thanks."
I guess he knew. And I told him it was okay- b/c it looked like he was asking for permission last night.
He tried to tell me.
Good dog.
But can we barf on the kitchen floor instead? Or how about outside?
Yep, I'm having that kind of morning.
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