I was awakened at 1:30 a.m. to "Get outta my Bot!"
Excuse me, what are you talking about? I ask through my sleepy haze.
You're in my Bot! Get out of it!
So, I decide it is easier to move and get my darling little boy back to sleep. He has been sick and I am a big ole softy. Besides, I feel if he is close I can protect him!?
I lay down with the false sense of security in knowing that I have done the right thing.
Two Minutes Later
Get outta my bot. You are in my bace. Get outta my Bed.
See where my rational thinking got me? He wasn't even awake! Didn't matter where I moved it was WRONG.
I get up for a couple of minutes until he calms down and then take him back to his bed so I can sleep in my SPOT which is now wet from his sweat. I don't mind!
2 comments:
Well if you'd stay out of his bot he wouldn't keep telling you to move! Haha. Well I'm glad you got him back to sleep in his own bed so you could have your own spot back. Hope he feels better soon.
That is hysterical! I think "you're in my bot!" should become a Rogerism. :)
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