I thought I’d have to wait until Momo started kindergarten before I’d get the sweet, sweet vindication of waking HER up in the morning, but this new job means that the tables are finally turned. For four years, she tore me from my rest at her convenience, like a tiny god… but now, she must bend the knee to the whims of the alarm clock, like the rest of us mortals.

(It’s a good thing she doesn’t understand sarcasm, because I think I still have a few years of being eeeeeeeextra sympathetic when she whines about being tired because I woke her up. GOOOOOSH, it really DOES suck when someone makes you wake up before you’re ready!)