The first morning of Operation GET UP! didn’t go all that well. I still had to keep going back into the boy’s room to check on him. I mostly kept resetting his alarm clock and walking out.

I only had to use the Exorcist voice once when I found him sitting up in bed playing with his cat. CAME. UNGLUED.

If you can’t motivate them with reasoning, scare the bejeezus out of them.

The Hubs is out of town until the weekend. My true test will come on Monday morning when both of my men folk will be struggling to get up by themselves.

I use a squirt gun to keep the cat off the kitchen counters. Maybe I should fill it with ice water and use it on the boy. I’m a pretty good shot. Hmmm?

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