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04.30am
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put my computer to sleep after working on a site design for 7 straight hours
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04.35am
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get undressed in the dark and fall into bed only to learn alex is sleeping in my spot. i yank my pillow from under his head and drag it behind me to his bed.
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04.40am
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listen to bella grind her teeth for five minutes and do some unqualified projections on what orthodontic expenses will look like in ten years.
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04.45am
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fall asleep
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06.18am
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roll over and smash my face into a metal thomas the tank engine toy. attempt to throw it across the room but send it into the wall next to the bed. fall back asleep.
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07.30am
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get pushed in the head by alex's foot and told to get out of his bed. i push him away telling him to go ask mom.
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07.34am
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get shoved again by alex, this time with a hand, and told more emphatically to remove myself from his bed. i repeat the instruction to take it up with his mother. he leaves.
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07.50am
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pushed in the back by marty and told to get up for work.
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07.53am
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bowl of grapes spilled on my head and chest as alex roughly climbs over me for the thomas train that accosted my cheek and nose earlier.
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08.00am
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pushed harder in the back by marty and told she's not telling me again to get up.
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08.06am
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tickled by bella and excitedly told 'first one to the tv room gets to pick first show'. i tell her i hate the formulaic brainwashing that happens on modern broadcasting and am fifteen hours into a boycott. moments later i hear her shout her first-show victory through the house.
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08.10am
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again shoved in the back by marty and told i am ruining her morning.
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08.32am
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i wake, naturally, and stumble to the bathroom feeling surprisingly refreshed and have a notion it is going to be a good day.
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08.35am
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i find my electric toothbrush lying behind the toilet. it seems the good day hunch was a tad premature.
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