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A surprise awakening

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I woke up and stumbled out of bed. My lower back ached from being sandwiched between a two year-old boy and a 6 year-old dog that likes to curl up behind the bend of my knee. My hands were sore from weeding the flower bed and overgrown garden the day before. A stretch of my fingers pointing upward felt so good. After I stretched my sore muscles, I quietly slipped into the hall. The morning welcomed me and the sunlight beckoned me to the front room.

Then I walked down the hall and happened upon this sight...




A four year-old and an eight year-old were asleep on the couch. One had their foot on the other's head. After scooping them up and taking them to their beds, I surveyed the damage:
Cheerios and tortilla chip crumbs were everywhere. Toothpaste was smeared on the arm of the couch. A wet towel was on the floor; evidence of an attempt to clean. "High school musical" sheet music was thrown about, Nerf dart gun bullets had been shot and papers from the previous night's game of Charades had been used for confetti.

Apparently, they partied it up long after we went to sleep.

I hope this isn't a sign of things to come.

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