shit shit
This morning I slept through exactly 18 minutes: (
The Escape Artist child did not come up with the idea, Plan B at nuts used. This is namely "Do you hear snoring from the bedroom, and can you clearly assign me, wake me!"
I woke himself, and jumped literally out of bed, of course, with graceful movements, you remember .
chaos ... greased bread, the King Tiger still in deep sleep the teapot empty.
I threw only times the Cafissimo to:) My gold piece:)
Then followed the matutinal end, just a little faster, sticking with one eye on the clock. The Great
then woke the King Tiger, I greased breads in the chord and poured me scurrying in the crema in the neck.
Thank God Mr. Tiny slept the sleep of the righteous, as is the dearest, as it now THANK GOD for orthopedic needs.
The King Tiger had in fact be geschippert with the family boat to school.
make up for 18 minutes ... ok I might wake the children before, then it would take time pressure when sleepy yawning boredom but if everything goes normal.
Better to from time to mega-adrenaline surges between 6h and 7h somewhere in Germany:) It worked
everything. Of course, how should it be different.
I swung along with cuddly nor my socks knitted jacket and winter coat, scraped ice from the glass of the car, and drove Dreimeterfuffzich with blowing air to the school.
the King Tiger liked it very much, he might like to have every morning .... clear:)
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