The kind where I want to run into the bathroom, lock the door, stick my fingers in my ears, and yell "NOT LISTENING! NOT LISTENING!" at the top of my lungs.
I blame our dog for starting this all - she was the one who started barking for no identifiable reason at 3:15 this morning. That woke up Lowly. By the time I had checked to make sure nobody was breaking into the house, and the dog had water, WeeBee had woken up. He stumbled out into the hall as I came up the stairs, and I scared him half to death (I guess he was expecting me to be in my room?) In any event, he let out a blood curdling scream and jumped backwards so hard into a closet door that the door popped back open. (It's one of those ones with the magnetic latches that work half the time.) I felt horrible by this point, so I let him climb into my bed, where he proceeded to spend the next twenty minutes spinning around in circles, getting comfortable. By the time he finally fell asleep, Lowly decided she really didn't want to be put back to bed semi-awake, and started hollering. I think I got about 4 hours of sleep last night.
Since then, the whole morning has been a mess of exploding diapers, overturned Cheerios bowls, barking dogs, and incessant whining for milk, juice, crackers, bagels, and stories, in no particular order. God help the next telemarketer that calls me, because I'm ready to scream.
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