I like my sleep...I like my sleep a lot. In that way Els and I are alike. Getting her up on school mornings is like negotiating with a terrorist. I pull the covers of, she pulls them back up and becomes a Rollie pollie. She is pitiful. On this particular morning I thought, I had gotten her up and going. Up...yes....going...no. She didn't make it very far out of bed before she was down again.
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