Don’t you hate it when you are in the middle of an amazing dream and you get violently interrupted by the sound of pitter patter feet and hot breath in your face?
This is how 2am went down last night…
Tom Brady: “I noticed you across the lobby, you look really good. Would you like to accompany me to my hotel room? We could have lunch.”
Me: “Wow. You are Tom Brady. Ok sure that sounds great.”
Me to Me: Wait maybe this is an imposter Tom Brady that lures women to his hotel room and then reveals his true serial killer identity. Nah, who am I kidding he’s 50 shades of handsome, let’s do this. (Sorry ’bout it Giselle.)
4 YR old to Me: “Mommy! Mommy! Are you awake? I’m scared of the dark in my room!”
Me to 4YR old, flustered: “What!? What??? Ugh! But I missed the best part.”
Me to Me: Lunch.