Okay Baby got up at 9:15 AM. Blurry eyed and wobbly I wake up Mr F and hand off the sleepless one. I stumble back in bed. Apparently Mr F decided to play with her at the bottom of the goddamn stairs (or as close to the stairs as humanly possible). This resulted in a very restless sleep for me as I was constantly being woken up by her
We had a brunch date at 11:30 AM. Having been woken up for the umpteenth time I look at the clock. Shit. 11 AM. Well obviously there was no point in rolling back over. I dragged myself out of bed. I manage to descend the stairs without falling (a considerable feat... I'm really that tired). When I get downstairs I find both girls still in their PJs. No big surprise but it pissed me off none the less. We have to leave in less than half an hour and they aren't dressed. Thanks.
Channeling Kate, I tell Mr F to get them dressed "RIGHT NOW" and proceed for the shower. Hmm... no hot water... not exactly rejuvenating. While I'm getting dressed I hear Kid having a melt down "I want Mom to do it!". I poke my head out. A thought occurs to me (I don't want to believe this could be true but I ask anyway)... "Did you feed them breakfast?". "They didn't want any." was Mr F's lame ass response.
They didn't want any breakfast?!?! Kids who are tantruming about tights are hungry kids. Period. Thanks for nothing.