The backdrop of the story goes something like this:
It is appx 10:40 pm
I am sitting on the couch.(Okay, actually half slouching, half laying) Engaging in my normal not wanting to move from my cozy spot routine. Stretching my arms and legs just a little bit longer...
S is already up and moving towards the laundry room to lock doors and turn off lights.
Me: Whose morning is it to get up?
S: (Very fast like) Yours.
Me: Are you sure? I was thinking it was yours. Didn't I just get up?
S: (I can see the wheels just a turnin) I have Sunday. That means you have Friday.
Me: Oh. (Looking at him and sending him telepathic messages to say that I really think thats a bad idea. Friday, how did I end up with Friday anyway?)
S: I can take Friday if you want me to. I dont mind.
Me: (Hey, that mind stuff really works) No, no. I got it. Thats okay. Thanks tho.
Then I get up from my super cozy spot and head towards the kids bedrooms to poke my head in and check on sleeping angels. All good on the homefront. I move along to get myself ready for bed. I fall fast asleep so that I am ready to awake in the morn. It is Friday after all. My morn to get up with the little bundle of energy, otherwise known as G.
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