If there is one indulgent breakfast I can’t get enough of, it’s monkey bread. Then I made chocolate monkey bread and all bets were off.
I realized last week that I’m a horrible, horrible mother. I mean, I have my good points like making Jordan monkey bread on a whim, but overall, her therapy bill is going to be outrageous.
Her allergies have been really bad lately and one night last weekend she woke me up at midnight because her cough was keeping her awake. She needed some cough medicine and Sudafed (two industries that I’m keeping afloat thanks to seasonal allergies). Needless to say, we were both pretty tired the next day. And the only thing she was worried about?
“I felt so so so bad I woke you mommy. I’m sooooo sorry!!!”
She probably said that to me 10 times. I think I have a reputation. Possibly it stems from me saying, “Sure, go ahead and eat another handful of jelly beans. But if you wake up sick during the night, don’t bother me because it’ll be your own doing.”
Or, possibly it was the, “Don’t wake me unless there is a fire or someone is trying to kidnap you. Otherwise, wake your father.”
I’m not a very nice person when I don’t sleep. Hence, horrible, horrible mothering.
But at least she doesn’t wake me up…really ever. #sortofawin #maybe? #momoftheyear
I make it up to her by making her things like this: