If we could revisit my recent MS Paint masterpiece for a moment, I will tell you about this morning.
Around 6am, the same situation occurred, but this time the dog was laying the other way so her little Frito smelling feet were toward me. So I was all kittywampus between the dog and the boy. Travis started snoring. Alex started telling him to stop snoring. Aiden's scratchy little feet started scraping against my bare leg. Alex stretched and elbowed me in the face. The baby starting square dancing in my uterus. And about 7 minutes after I got everyone to calm the hell down, my alarm went off.
I quit.
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