wordless(ish) wednesday: i hate waking up

It's true. I hate waking up. The first half-hour after I open my eyes each morning is full of internal cursing and denial. Lucky for me, Derick is a morning person. He gets up with the boys, feeds them, and showers them off while I try to transition into wakefulness without offending anyone.

Also lucky for me, this is the first thing I see each morning. Finn's face, a few inches from mine, saying "Good Morning, Mama!" Then Leo comes waddling out of the bathroom wrapped in a tight towel burrito. He says "Hello Mama!" and giggles. Then he calls Ghostbusters.

So far the Ghostbusters have not come after being called. Unlike the time Leo called 911.

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