Day 3: The Crash in the Morning Story
This past Sunday, I was beyond excited that I was going to get to sleep in.
Chris was not home.
Ellie had gone to be late the night before.
It was supposed to rain.
At 6:20 in the AM I hear a huge crash.
I knew Atticus had knocked something over.
I laid (layed?) there for a minute trying to decide if I was going to ignore it or investigate.
I grudgingly investigated.
He had knocked over a vase.
Gotten glass and water everywhere.
I was beyond livid.
Like, not even normal, mad.
I cleaned it up, which took for.ev.er, and headed back to bed.
Just in time for Ellie to wake up.
Cause the crash had woken her up and she had tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't.
That was the fantastic start to my Sunday.