Today was worse, though. Far worse. I interrupted this peaceful nap, clearly a deep and satisfying late morning sleep. I saw a dreaming baby and ripped her from her tranquil slumber.
Fleece jammies? Check. Kitty? Check. Foul-smellling, chewed-on burp rag? Check.
Why would I do this to my beloved child, you ask? Here's the meanie kicker. I woke her up from this perfect rest to take her to the pediatrician to get her flu boosters. That's right, I awakened this sleeping angel so that she could get shots.
And that, my friends, is why I'll be riding an eternal rotisserie in Hell. See you there!