That thing where you almost stumble into the BIGGEST pile of cat yak as soon as you get out of bed, and while you're cleaning it up, the cat is looking at you with an expression that reads "Yeah, I did it. So what? You missed a spot, bitch."
That thing where you accidentally misspell your own name, and it comes out "Scab" instead of "Shan."
That thing where you don't realize just what muscles you worked out until lowering yourself onto the toilet takes herculean effort.
That thing where you're picking out books to read to the kids before bed, and when one of them pulls out Goodnight Moon, another one, standing just behind him, says very quietly "Hate. It." WHAT??? Who hates Goodnight Moon?!!! One of my kids, apparently.
That thing where, when your husband goes out of town for the night, and you think you have the whole king bed to yourself, one of the kids ends up there with you.
In a related note, that thing where apparently one of the kids has been studying the art of the ninja, and ends up punching and kicking you in your sleep all night long.
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