What a better way to start the day?

My husband and I take turns waking up god awful early in the morning with the kids. Ok, 6 and 7 am isn't way to early for normal people but when you dont go to bed until 1am it is still a rough start.

ANYWAY...

I was my turn to sleep in today and I was happy because Sunday was a rough day at work and left me exhausted. I even went to bed early that night at about 11pm. The entire family came to wake me up and then Yaz went to smoke a cancer stick outside and Talon went to do... something. Wyatt stayed in the room snuggling with me. When he had enough snuggle time he took my hand and tried to pull me out of bed.

I said "Oh hunny, Mommy isn't quite awake yet. Why don't you go upstairs and play while I wake up some more."

He pulled another couple of times on my arms and went on upstairs. As I am laying in bed thinking of what I was needing to do today I hear him coming back down the stairs. (my headboard is along the side of the steps so I could not see him). Next thing I know a cup of something very cold and wet is on my pillow and hair. I yell, grab the cup and run after the little shit who was in the kitchen before I could get up the stairs. I yelled about spilling the drink on mommy, gave him 3 swats on the diaper (yes I am one of the moms that believes that spanking your child is fine) and went back to my room to change my clothes.

As I start to dry off my hair I realize that Wyatt did not pour water on me, it was milk. So as well as changing my clothes, I had to strip the bedding (2 pillows, a quilt and the fitted sheet) and take my shower a bit earlier that I had planned. And it didn't help having Yaz almost rolling on the floor because he was laughing so hard at me.