(Thanks to Zoot for sharing through Google Reader, and Ben for posting originally.)

Don’t forget!  Tonight is a full lunar eclipse!!

It has officially been, pardon my francois, the shittiest morning of the year.

I love it when Bryan says things like, “I don’t know what you find so stressful about the mornings” and “What do you do in the mornings that is so hard?”.  Luckily, he says these things in the evening, long after GETTING READY IN THE MORNING HAS SAPPED ME OF ANY WILL TO BITCHSLAP HIM.

See, here’s the thing: I’m not a vain girl.  If you see me during the day, you could (at a single glance) discern this about me.  As long as I’m fully clothed, the rest of me can go to hell.  From shower to front door, it takes me about 45 minutes (at most) to get ready. 

Ah, but then you throw the Binja in there..

See, Binja makes his own routine before he goes to sleep.  And then he doesn’t share it with anyone.  So no matter how regularly I plan my schedule, it never EVER coincides with his.  Well, I take that back.  Occasionally, he will fool me into thinking that we’ve got a groove down.. for, like, a day.  Then the next morning.. BOOM!.. he’s up at, say, 3:30 a.m.

This was one of those mornings. 

Binja decided to stir around 5 a.m., which is half an hour before my “just in case he doesn’t wake up” alarm is set.  I went into his room, saw he was still sleepy, gave him his pacifier, and crawled into the bed in the nursery.  I figured he’d wake me up in a few minutes, ready to eat.

NOPE.  The bastard child slept until 6:30.  (more…)