Yesterday morning I got up late, sick and not well rested from my night of slumber.  More often than not I find Sunday night a night of unrest, I wake several times to look at the clock and make sure I don’t over sleep.  Even though I’ve set my alarm, I get up and check it, during the night, to make sure I didn’t screw up.   This Sunday night was no different.

Getting up late and not feeling well, yesterday, left me running around a bit hurried in the morning.  We still had the ice chest, filled with melted ice, beer, water bottles and a few sodas, sitting on the washer in our kitchen from Sunday’s day of swimming and a BBQ at my brother-in-laws house.  The Snitch asked me for a juice box, pointing at the red ice chest.  I looked in, saw none, and told her there was only beer and soda.  She asked for a soda, at 6:45 am, so I poured her half and moved on.   Did I mention I was running late and wasn’t in my right mind  feeling well? 

So last night Mister and I were watching TV in our room when The Snitch comes in and says Mom, can I have the rest of my soda from this morning?  Turning, slowly, he looks at me and says You let her have soda this morning?   I replied What?  There were no juice boxes and she was thirsty!  Darn kid.  Then I turn my attention to her and said Thanks, kid, you just got me in trouble with Daddy!  Shoulders arched, funny little smile and an oops tone to her voice she said Sorry.  But can I still have my soda?

Later last night Mister and I were in the kitchen making our lunches for today when I told him that yesterday morning I made the girls and I banana breakfast shakes with the ripe bananas on the counter.  His response?  I was wondering why the blender was out.  I said OK, really, I made the kids and I some Monday morning Margarita’s to start the week on the right foot.   Laughing he responded with I wouldn’t be surprise because a Margarita is only one step up from a SODA at 7am!  Damn.  Give a kid HALF a soda at 7am and the responsible parent doesn’t let you forget that shit.   That’s like the year I forgot our wedding anniversary, the one and ONLY time I forgot, he still won’t let me forget that shit.  I can’t help it if it was our FIRST anniversary.  Sheesh!  Cut a girl some slack!  lol