Gray Hair

I am exhausted. Maybe it's the heat, maybe it's not enough sleep, whatever the cause I find the 7am "twin" alarm a little annoying. Last week after another particularly late night for me, I was snuggled deep under my sheets when the doorbell rang at 7:00AM! Who in their right mind visits at 7am? I tried ignoring it for a minute or two, but the obnoxious ringing continued. Finally I dragged my tired, grouchy body out of bed, threw some clothes on and sulked my way down to the door. I opened it to find my neighbor holding Greyson, still in his pajamas, with an overfull diaper reeking with neglect. I quickly blinked the sleep from my eyes as I took my little stinker from her while trying to figure out how in the world she had him. After a quick assessment, I realized Greyson had woken up early and without waking his twin, crawled out of his crib, headed down stairs and out the door to the garage (which was not latched because Jer had already left for work). He then opened the door to my minivan (Damn those automatic sliding doors!) and crawled into the front seat. I don't know how many buttons he had to push before he finally found the tiny one located on the ceiling of the van that magically opened the garage door....I'm sure he was quite pleased with himself as he realized he'd just procured his own freedom. He then made a b-line straight for the neighbors, who thankfully returned him to me in all his reeking glory. As my kind neighbor left I searched her face for the look of judgement in her eyes that I so obviously deserved, you know bad mommy, doesn't know where her own kid at seven in the morning...I found none. Thank you Camie, thank you, thank you, thank you. Seriously, this kid is giving me gray hair.....I mean grey hair.