And WHY am I so friggin tired at the early hour of 11:30pm? Because my adorable *ahem* princesses didn’t get the memo that daylight savings time ended last night. They. Were. Up. At. 6am.

IT’S SUNDAY. (I forgot to go to church yet again. It’s like I religiously forget every Sunday.)

Not only were they up, but they wanted food.

Come on, kids. Learn to feed yourselves already. You’re 3 and 2. I would think that by now you’d have figured out the whole put-frozen-pancakes-in-microwave deal by now.

Since they haven’t figured out how to climb up to the microwave YET (give it a few weeks), I shuffled out to the kitchen, threw in the frozen foods, and shuffled back to bed.

But, noooo. That wasn’t enough. They wanted attention. Argh. What do I look like? Your personal care-taker? Go turn on the boob-tube and veg out. Geez.

In my it’s-friggin-early sleepy haze, I began to hear a tambourine beating… in rhythm - they can keep a beat at least. So I crack open my peepers to see two toddlers staring me down, one hitting a tambourine and one looking at me while sucking a pacifier. I SO wished I had a camera by my bed. But, alas, I am not an exhibitionist (ew), and I do not keep my Canon available bedside. It was the funniest sight that I could have wished to wake me up.

But it was still friggin early.

Wanna see what the *ahem* princesses looked like (well, kinda) this morning? Check out my other blog, Mamas Like.

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Since teaching at a school that strictly limits sugar intake, I’ve made it a point to strictly limit the amount of candy and sweet stuff my girls eat. They eat fruit, of course, and have their gummy “fruit” snacks, so they’re getting sugar. But we’ve really made it a point to not give them real candy or chocolate. They haven’t noticed the difference.

Until today.

Last night was Halloween. They now know what they were missing out on.

Last night after t-or-t, I sorted the candy into NaNa’s pile, Bear’s pile, and Mama’s pile. Mine, of course had the candy with the razors, poison, and chocolate.

The each ate ONE piece of goodness candy before going to bed. I told them they could each take ONE piece of goodness candy to school with them today. That’s all I heard until they fell asleep.

I woke up this morning to Bear standing next to my bed with her goodness candy bag asking me to open some Runts for her. During the entire 45 minutes until we left for school, I heard “canee, pees, opn, canee, pees, opn, canee, pees, opn…” about 400 times. No exaggeration.

When we got home, the were each allowed one lollipop. That wasn’t good enough for Miss Bear. She had to have the Runts, too. This time, it was “canee, pees, opn, canee, pees, opn, canee, pees, opn…” with a lollipop in her mouth.

Then candy meltdown.

And, no, I did NOT give in! Yeah, Mom!

Even better, NaNa with all of her quirkiness, asked to look in her bag to choose the candy she was going to have at dinner. She asked this at 2pm. She had to prepare herself for the goodness candy she would be enjoying 5 hours later. This from the same kid who will save her “fruit” chews from her school lunch to eat at home because she knows she’s only allowed one bag per day.

I swear she can’t be mine.

Bear is definitely mine.

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