The Tease

I hate making beds. Why should I make these beds. They’re just going to get messed up again in a few hours. I should just give up the boys’ naps – then at least the beds will stay neat for the day…but I do love taking a nap when they do.

Hggggh. I could really use a nap right now. I don’t think I can wait until noon.

Gawd. Why am I always so tired. These kids are going to be the death of me. Running around all day cleaning up after them is so exhausting…and seems so pointless when they just tear everything apart again in second.

Is this bed laughing at me?

You’re teasing me, aren’t you?!

“I look comfy, don’t I? Oooh, I’m so cozy and warm. Big, fluffy down comforteeerrs…piles of big plush pillooows."

Damn you! You are evil!

“Crisp clean sheets. I smell really good.”

Stop looking at me.

“Aw, Come on. Just try me. You won’t regret it. Look how big I am . You can stretch out and rest your weary bones. Don’t you want to snuggle up with me?”

Ok. You asked for it! Here I come!

“Ugh! Damn you’re heavy! And you smell! Go take a shower!”