I’d like to have five minutes with whoever invented Daylight Saving time. Actually, I’d like an hour with them. Actually, I’d like them to spend an hour with 3B after he gets up at 5:30 a.m., so I can get the rest of the beauty sleep that I so desperately need.
I’m not sure where 3B found the energy, since I’m pretty sure he was still rolling around awake in his crib at about 9 p.m. last night, listening to Mama and me talk to Books & Crackers and her man about clothes and movies (Mama and B&C;) and politics (Mr. B&C; and me). And yes, Liberal Banana, my language was as clean as that of a drunken sailor in a knife fight.
Speaking of knife fights, I’m glad to report that that hot mess that has been 3B’s upper lip has started to clear up as of this morning. It’s been a red zone of nasal drip, scratching, and cold sores that’s been painful to look at for several days now. The nadir was yesterday, when I had to have Mama bring nail clippers down to us when I had the boys out for a walk since 3B kept scratching open his upper lip.
Oh c’mon, you didn’t think that I’d leave out that detail, did you?
Regardless of his appearance, 3B always pops up like hot toast when he wakes up. Although I’m more of a morning person than Mama, I’m pretty sure that 3B didn’t get his instant on morning personality from either of us. It’s either from my Dad or the nefarious influence of one of his favorite videos, which he called for again this morning, although that could be just because he has something of a crush on, as he says, “Kathy Selvin.”
So, tomorrow, as you’re waking up one hour too early to go to work, lying there unable to go to sleep, cursing the time change, try watching this to cheer up.
And if that doesn’t work, try this.
http://www.ustream.tv/flash/live/317016Broadcasting Live with Ustream.TV
And if that doesn’t work, well, I have nothing to help communists wake up.