I am paying dearly for not getting up in time. The dog is caged (I can’t walk far from her), Noah is up and Amy just announced herself. I have pulled out the 409 cleaner but not even squeezed the trigger once.
Television is a demon. Noah has Gameboy in one hand and the television remote in the other. I hate that! After his show wasn’t on he went to town looking for a different show. I finally said, “you aren’t even dressed” and took the television and the gameboy away. He has to be limited to only 2 hours a day. That is a difficult one to enforce.