hello, my name is emily, and i am a spoiled brat.

max puts her fingers and toes through the holes of her blanket when she sleeps. bless her.

having a fenced backyard and a garage were the two things i was looking forward to the most about our new house.
and what do ya know.
the dang garage is the thing i dread most in the mornings.
it opens.
then it closes.
and the babies are up.
i like it the rest of the day.
just not the part where it wakes the babies up in them morning.
dang house builder.
putting the babies rooms over the garage.
imagine me laying in bed,
one ear plug in,
eyes closed,
praying my guts out that the babies will go back to sleep.
they didn't.
so there i am cursing the garage.
that i absolutely swore i was going to love.
and i do.
just not at 7:30 in the morning.

freak, most babies don't sleep that late anyway!

what am i saying???!!!

agh, i'm so annoying!

i hope you're annoyed with me.

sitting here complaining about a garage.

a garage i'm lucky to have!

i just want a more quiet one.

more than anything, i'm just upsest b/c i went to bed too late, which made 7:30am feel like misery.

and i'd also like a piece of cake.

and i'd also like to eat it too.

although, i think i already am.

i think this is what mr. wallace would call ironic.
don't you think?
he hated that song.
b/c it really wasn't ironic.
but this is.
it really is.

please,

just call it like you see it.

my name is emily,

and i am a spoiled brat.

i'm going to leave my car out in the driveway,

let it snow,

and have to wipe all of the snow off,

like i have been for the last 7 years.

then i'll appreciate my garage again.

i want her clothes.