My two and half year old frat. boy.

It's funny, it would be really funny if it was happening to someone else.I worked late because it was the Super Bowl, grocery shopped, bathed and fed and did homework with my oldest. I have already been at doing my own homework for three hours, but I just need about one more hour, it's not going to happen. It is 1:00 in the morning, I am finishing the last of my reading so I can take an online quiz and actually finish this weeks assignments before I wake up and it is tomorrow and a whole new week of assignments."Mama, Oobi over", he yells from the top of the stairs, "Luv you too" He shouts. I rush to the top of the stairs before he climbs the gate, and there he is, my baby boy waiting for me. He is holding his blue light saber and it is making a horrible loud hissing sound, "New Battery" he demands. "It's late" I whisper, not that it matters I can hear his Dad snoring away, and his sister doing the same across the hall. I change him, and cuddle him, hoping he'll fall asleep before me , so I can finish todays homework before tomorrow is officially here. But, the next thing I know, it is 6:00 a.m. and my alarm is going off. Oops, well one more thing to add to the list I think and roll out of bed.