Because everyday, I'm convinced, there's some huge practical joke being played on me. Oh, wait, it's just motherhood.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
I hate 6:10 a.m. It should not exist, unless I'm 21 and just getting back from a night out with the girls in Hoboken. Those days are LONG GONE and instead, Monkey Man sounded the alarms as the sun was rising. And very unfortunately, there is no snooze alarm on that kid's head.