Early Risings. Yuck.

If you'd please take note of the time at the bottom of this blog, you would see that it probably says 7:22 am. Definitely too early to care about picture choice or placement, too bad for you. Nothing makes a good post without pictures of Mitchell. Anyone care to know where Mitchell is? He's safely tucked away inside his crib, not crying not laughing, but whining. One more thing he gets from his father.

My morning, started promptly at 1:42am. Mitchell awoke, not hungry, apparently not tired, and felt the need to lay next to me whining. Whining! Why does he do this! Nothing would quiet this obnoxiousness, maybe he was teething, maybe he wasn't, maybe he had a bad dream, maybe he thought it'd be funny. I don't know, nor did I really care at 1:42 in the flipping morning.

Although my eyes were shut and I didn't really have any intentions to stay up with him, I did, though I wasn't really nice about it. "Go to bed" was about all that came out of my mouth for about 2 1/2 hours till 4am came, and I thought it was late enough to wake dear Mikey up for obnoxious whining duty. He was laying next to me the whole time, but that doesn't mean anything, the smoke detector could go off and he would be forever oblivious to it. Maybe that's why he needed such a sweet wife to wake him up whenever she felt the necessity to do so.

Mike, was kind enough to take Mitchell out of the room, till 5 or 6 and I finally slept. I'm exhausted and so is he. Maybe we would have been better off if Mike would have given up at Monopoly last night.

See, last night, Mike and I decided to continue our streak of no-bake cookies and Monopoly. Which, is funny to me, because he never wins. Ever. Maybe twice. But this has been going on for weeks. We didn't go to bed till midnight, and although he had to have known I was going to win around 10 pm, he continued to mortgage properties, and un-mortgage them with go money, and continue to hope to land on free parking till midnight. So I completely blame the late night on him.

Just so you all think I'm not a terrible non-emotional mother, I did, in the middle of this rant-vent post, pick Mitchell up and rock him till he went to sleep, then laid him in his crib once again. He's tired too. He'll probably be really cranky-whiny- the rest of the day. That's cause and effect Mitch! You keep everyone up the entire night- mom gets cranky- dad does weird things like take the dirty laundry to work- you're mad and can't figure out why. It's just not a smart thing to do. If you'd like a non-zombie mother, then continue that blessed streak of sleeping till 4am. That'd be fantastic.

Well folks, I'm off to bed. Don't call me, I'm not waking up till noon.