Long days spent on the sand, basking in the sunshine.
My favorite time of year.
Or it was...
until I had a two year old who decided 6AM was an acceptable time to wake up.
I'M ON VACATION!!! ARE YOU F-ING KIDDING ME!?!?!
Turns out, my internal dialog has a potty mouth when tired.
"Bite mommy! Candy?" he begged.
He has my number. My tired, tired number.
I throw a handful of chewy Sprees at him, turn on Curious George on the iPad, and go back to bed.
He silently chews his candy, huge grin on his face, and watches his movie.
His future? Diabetic with bad teeth. Mine? Sleep. Glorious sleep.