Oh my freaking heck! That's right, I'm Mormon and I say "Oh my freaking heck!".
Anyway, I finally coordinated a nap time, an actual nap time, where all my little monkey's are sleeping. I'm so exhausted, I ran into a wall. I'm officially a level 9 tired (10 being the walking dead).
So, I'm drifting off to sweet, sweet sleep when I hear, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" on the front door. I know what it is. It's the neighbor girl. So...I ignore it. Wipe the drool off my face and yawn, turn over and try to go back to sleep. "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
What tha...go away!
"BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!"
Just ignore it...just ignore it...
And then, "Can them come play!" being yelled in through my window. Oh my freaking heck! Just ignore it!!
"Can them come and play!!"
Are you FREAKING kidding me?
So I open the door, stomp my way to the front door, and surprisingly in a calm voice a little bit shaky with the insanity that's now leaking through, explain, "We are napping. If we don't answer the door, you need to stop knocking. Do NOT yell in our window."
She just stands there. "Go home."
SERIOUSLY? Now I'm too awake to go back to sleep. My heart is pounding, I'm livid. And can I just say, if Brett complains even once today that he's tired, he's gonna lose a limb. He got a three hour nap yesterday.
Now give me some cheese with my whine.
Kelly Off to Cry