monday monday

I slept approximately zero minutes last night.  While plywood floors are great for my allergies, they are not so great for dog paws.

Click-clack all night long.

Picture Lofton saying at two in the morning, "I think I'd like to cut their paws off."

And then as the sun rose, there was a chipper three year old in my bed snuggling up and asking for cartoons.  Good morning, Monday.

A little later, I went into Reese's room to scoop up his dirty clothes {and turn off his noise machine}. I quickly realized that something was askew. I turned off the noise and noticed his dresser drawers were open.  Hmm.

When I turned to walk out, I saw that his bed comforter was thrown atop his bed.  Since we haven't covered bed making in our chore lessons, I knew that something was up.

Yep, a quick check of his bed and I saw that he had wet it at some point.  I guess he got up, changed clothes, made his bed, and then slept for the rest of the night in the other bed.  When I summoned him to his room he looked at me and said, "Oh you found it!"


Silly boy.

And it's only ten in the morning...