Yay!! I'm awake! I can read, I can play with my toys, I can have a peanut butter and apple butter sandwich, I can dance to Mommy's aerobics records in the living room. The possibilities are endless! I can't wait to get started.
Hold on. It's still dark outside. What did Mommy say again?
"Azara. You are NOT to get out of your bed before 7:00AM for any reason. Period. You may get up at 7:30AM if you play quietly in your room, but you may NOT get out of your bed before then."
But I want to get up. There's so much to do and I'm just lying here, missing it all! Maybe she won't notice if I just read in bed. How is that hurting anyone?
No. Last time I read in bed Mommy took my book away, right after the Pevensies found out Tumnus the Faun had been arrested, and I had to wait two days to get it back.
Grrr. I'm so BORED. Why doesn't Nicole wake up? At least then I could talk to her. I could kick my heels on the mattress until she wakes up, like last time.
Better not. I don't want to be banned from carob chips for the next week.
I'm bored. I'm bored. I'M SO BORED. What time is it?
And I have to pee. I really have to pee.
Stupid Mommy. Why is she so mean? I'll show her...
That'll teach her to tell me what to do. It's not even that uncomfortable.
OK, now the pee's getting cold. Maybe this was a mistake. What time is it?
Ugh. I'm freezing cold, soaking wet and I smell like the recess washroom. Fourteen minutes to go.
Mommy's going to be SO mad.
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She was mad, alright. Whenever I talk about the antics of my 2.5 year old hooligan daughter, I can see my mom smirking beside me, no doubt remembering this moment among many others.
Karma's a bitch, y'all. A stubborn, pee-stained bitch.
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Day 2 of the We Work for Cheese writing challenge - the prompt for today was "hold on". Betcha thought I wasn't going to make it. Puh-leeze.