Since I have 100 kids to take care of (ok 3 maybe 4 if you count Bradfo) sleep is such a precious commodity that I get a little stingy and punchy if even 10 seconds is robbed from me. Last night my head hit the pillow at 10:00 since Max decided to shhhhhhh. He woke me up at 12:30 to be fed. I put him back at 1:00 and as usual willed that child to shhhhhhh until at least 4:00.
At 3:00 I woke up. Not because Max woke up. The, (pardon the harsh phrasing but remember I get a little punchy and snippy and snappy) f-ing smoke alarm in my bedroom started chirping. No biggie I thought, I can handle a few chirps. Then the chirping kept going and going at 70 second intervals. Big booty mama drug her big booty out of bed and went downstairs looking for a battery solution, which sadly was not to be found. (AA's check, watch battery check, D's check, 23 lightbulbs check check) No 9-volt. I woke Brad up with big angry tears in my eyes and he reached up and disconnected the stupid thing and handed it to me. Did you know that it keeps chirping even when its disconnected? Even when the battery is in one room and the device is in another.?! Totally Hating Fireman Sam. I grabbed a towell and rolled it up and stashed it someplace in the garage where I am sure it continued to chirp the day away.
This ordeal took 25 minutes. My head hit the pillow.And then Max woke up.
Dookie.
The only thing that made my morning a little brighter was that Abbie wanted to play America's Next Top Model. Should I be alarmed that she already has herself some fierce poses?
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Nothing makes a mom crazier than unecessarily interrupted sleep. Could you use the real words, please? I need someone else to have an r rating.
Plus, my hats off to Abber Dabbers for rocking an outfit that totally doesn't match. However, she looks adorable!