Good Morning to Me!
One of my favorite things about the weekend is being able to wake up after Kev. This is the scene that follows:
Me, still in bed: “Kevvvvviiiieee! I’m hunnnnngggggrry!”
Kev, coming in the bedroom from his office: “Come on dogs, jump on mommy.”
Me: “Noooooooo!”
Kev: “Look out!” at which point he pulls his best wrestling move, and leaps on the bed, thus forcing me out.
Kevin then proceeds to either go get or make breakfast. This is undeniably the best part of my week, and this very routine has occurred every weekend for almost eight years. There’s something to be said for stability.
