Monday – we really need to talk. Why oh why must you stalk me every week? I think the only other person that hates you more is mommy. Where does the weekend go and why does it have to go so quickly!? It seems like just yesterday I was all snuggled up in mom’s arms and now BOOM – it’s time to go to work. We need a longer weekend here at the Hotel Thompson.
This is how mom found me this morning. I slept in and didn’t wake her for the worky place. I kept trying to pull the blankie back over my head and she kept pulling it up. It was kind of a test of wills until she said those magical words that I love to hear come from her lips – “Breakfast Bacon”.
I shot off out of my bed and into the kitchen before she could get out of my bedroom. Someone say food? This little oinker is there!