Sunday morning rant

I know, it isn’t the time for this, is it?

Sundays are supposed to be warm and fuzzy moments with breakfast in bed, snuggling with your lovelies and rainbows and mistletoe or some such.

Not mine.

I blame this morning’s thorn in my side on this delight:

No offense to you, Fisher Price

Oh yeah, this thing was a life saver when Maddy was 3 months old and I needed to take a shower.  She would kick her right foot and get that thing to bounce and dance and entertain herself for a good 10 minutes.

Know what fun habit she developed?  Kicking that right foot.

We snuggle and the right foot comes out of nowhere and knocks me in the head.  She’ll watch TV with us and bam, that right foot will kick the beer right out of my hand.  (What, you don’t watch TV with your kids?  How else do they learn about consumerism and politics?).

Lately that damn foot is getting my Mads into some serious trouble.  See, I’m a lazy bitch.  When I want to sleep in in the morning, I set Maddy up with the IPad and put on Cailou or Sesame Street (thru Netflix, love you guys) and go back and curl up in my soft warm bed.

But sometimes, like this morning, the kid wants to join me in bed.  No biggy.  I had some bloggy stuff I wanted to do, so why not.  So Mad and the Pad joined me and we were dandy…for about 10 minutes.

Then that darn foot started doing its thing.  First it was on the IPad, and then it was swinging over to give my laptop a go.

Is it too late to call her Peg?

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