Sounds like the voice of a mother or father who's disappointed with their teenager who missed curfew, right? (Not mine, I aimed to please growing up and only remember being late once by 15 minutes.)
The voice I was hearing was the little one in my head, and it wasn't happy with me.
The voice continued, "It's not like you're 18 and in college anymore. You're a mommy, now! You won't get recoup time tomorrow morning like you did 3.2 years ago. You can't sleep in 'til noon. Good luck with that one!"
As I rolled over pulling my body pillow over my head, I thought to myself. Ok, if the girls really sleep in, I'll get 5 hours and 55 minutes of sleep. That's manageable. On the other hand, if they wake as usual, I'll get 5 hours.
Oh no! What was I thinking?
Clearly I was indulging over these pictures thinking they were way to cute to walk away from and that my friend Sarah was way fun to hang out with.
Well, the girls did rise and shine as I hoped they wouldn't. But surprisingly enough, I'm not as drowsy as I imagined I'd be.