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"Cyclone Twins" in full force |
As I head towards the
chilly zones of the bathroom for my morning shower I hesitate and wrap my
dressing-gown tighter and choose the option of my morning cuppa tea instead.
I peer in on A.J. to
find him still snuggly wrapped in his doona with his pillows strategically
placed to cocoon him in his bed; peacefully dreaming of an alternate universe
where all is as he wishes it to be.
I gently wake him to
begin his morning routine only to have him inform me that he needs more sleep
as the weekend’s adventures had resulted in him having his precisely arranged
weekend routine ruined and not gaining enough sleep, therefore he needed to
catch up.