He’s Not The Momma

13 Nov


I’m on a pretty good schedule at the Hotel Thompson.  I usually go to bed at the same time every night.  There’s a certain routine that I’ve gotten accustomed to doing nightly. 

Last night, the lights kept flickering on and off in our neighborhood.  I’m not sure if it was the storm passing through or if something was wrong with our grid.  I had been running up and down the hallway playing in the dark.  Which, mom doesn’t usually mind but without the lights on she thought I would hurt myself.  She told me to find a place and settle so I did in the front room on the floor.

It got close to bed time so mom asked dad to put me down for the night.  He told me to go to bed.  He really did.  But did I listen?  Of course not.  Why not you ask?  Because he’s not the momma.  I know that was the wrong answer and I really should have listened.  But, I wasn’t ready to go.  If momma didn’t take me, I felt like I was being cheated.  He persisted for a few minutes and finally told her that I wasn’t listening.  Gee, thanks dad for throwing me under the bus.  😦

Of course, momma told me to quit playing and go potty.  So, I wobbled down the hall and went to potty.  By the time I was done with that, mommy was in my room.  See, that’s all I asked for.  My normal routine.  I just wanted the momma. 🙂

She came in and cleaned up after me and picked up all of my toys in my bedroom.  She told me to get in bed and I did.  She pulled up my blankie, rubbed my back, gave me a snack and talked to me for a few minutes.  Her voice just soothes me to sleep.  Before I knew it, I was out like a light.  It was a long day and I played hard this evening.

After momma puts me to bed, she does a few things around the house getting ready for the worky place the next day. 


After she’s done, she *always* comes back in my room and checks on me to make sure I’m asleep.  Last night was no different.  I was still counting sheep.  She pulled the blankie up around me and told me softly good night.

Isn’t she the best?  You gotta love the mommy.




Posted by on 11/13/2012 in Uncategorized


Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

4 responses to “He’s Not The Momma

  1. heyitsjethere

    11/13/2012 at 1:00 pm

    Hey Bacon, Jet here.

    OMD, you have the cutest bed time routine. Of course you need the Momma… she does all those special little things that make you feel just right before sleep sprinkles over you. Does she ever tell you stories??? Do you ever count other animals besides sheep? Sweet dreams…

    • PigLove

      11/28/2012 at 6:44 am

      Hey Jet. Hugs dude. Can you believe your comment got stuck in spam world? What was up with that? I don’t ignore my friends. Didn’t want you to think that.

      At bedtime, mom either tells me a story, sings to me (can’t carry a tune with a bucket but its cute that she tries) or we watch a short cartoon. She’s the mommy. She’s cool.

  2. Clowie

    11/14/2012 at 2:34 pm

    Gorgeous photos!


This piggy would love to snort with you :)

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: