9:00 p.m. last night. After I told my oldest son I was sick of his shit behavior, it was time for bed. Go say goodnight to your dad, he's in the office.
Dad: Cooper, do you want me to lay you down tonight?
Cooper: NO, I want mom to do it!
Dad: Well, good luck with that.
- H
12/16/10
Overheard
By Heather on 12/16/2010
This is about mommying
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I have so many nights like that. And then once they're asleep, and I've had a wee bit of Irish Cream, I love them all over them. And then morning comes. And the slow descent to bedtime dislike starts again...
I meant love them all over AGAIN. No, I haven't had any Irish Cream yet.
At least he can talk. Meg just whines and points.
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