Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Monday, November 17, 2008

"I'm tired"..."I don't care"

For years Darling Hubby would always call me at work in this monotone whiny voice, talking all slow, about whatever.  I worked in a restaurant, I didn't have time for "slow".  I understand he may have been tired from work, but the tone in his voice was down right annoying and I quickly (after several years of patience) told him to at least sound upbeat when calling as the "blah, blah, woe is me, blah blah" was totally getting on my nerves.  As any loving husband would do, he stopped.  It's been several years and two children since this awakening and our conversations (although I now work from home and am not so rushed) are much more enjoyable. 

The other day Hubby had a sleep deprived EEG test done and could not sleep after midnight on Wednesday for his test Thursday morning. He felt wide awake after the test and decided to go into work.  By 2:30 he was feeling the effects of being up all night and called us to come and get him.  We got home and I convinced him to stay awake for another 4 hours and go to bed with the kids rather than take a 4 hour nap and be up all night thus continuing the cycle. 

Imagine my pleasure surprise when our 2 year old, sitting next to him on the couch, said "Daddy, why you talk like that?"  He said "How am I talking?"  She, with a long face, says "Blaaah, Blaaah, blaaah."  I completely fell out. He said (trying not to laugh) "Daddy is just tired."  She said "Don't do it anymore."

 Out of the mouths of babes. 

 My little sweetie is just like me!

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