a letter

Dear Ace,

I cannot wait till you get older. Sure, I'm relishing your younger years, because I know I'll never get them back again. You are precious right now and the sweetest baby ever and I love you.

However, I can't wait till you get older for one reason and one reason only: when it's about half an hour before your alarm goes off, I'm going to start randomly yelling stuff like "HEY DADA," "Give me the water," "I WANT SHOES OFF," (boy, you ain't wearin' shoes) and "Maaaaammmmmaaaaaa...." I may also start jumping on my bed, throwing everything off my bed then loudly demanding it all be returned to me, or grab a rocking chair that may have accidentally been placed too close to my bed and bang it repeatedly against the wall.

Yes, my darling son, I am a vengeful mommy. I just wanted to sleep one more half hour this morning, and you thought it'd be okay to wake up right then and start hollering, a full hour and a half before I was going to wake you up. You're still whining in bed and not happy about it, which I guess makes me an awful mom.

But I'M TIRED. And I'm totally going to ignore your whining for the next 5 minutes and listen to Tool. And when your father comes home from work, YOU'RE HIS.

Love, Mommy