Who's been sleepin in my bed?

With new schedules in place in our house, we are taking full advantage of weekend gym time. I used to take Sunday's off but not anymore. This Sunday was no different.. but oh so different for me.

I finally get to sleep in, if sleeping until 7 a.m. is really considered sleeping in, on both Saturday and Sunday. I made it clear that no one in the house has a choice in this matter and unless you have a limb dangling by one small piece of tendon, I am not concerned about any blood loss,..... you best just wait it out. Tommy has been included in this threat. It seems to be working.... sort of.

This last Sunday, I heard Pudgie, at the top of his little lungs screaming..

MOMMA?

MOM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

It was like nails on a chalkboard. Instantly, it was gone. SILENCE. When I looked at the clock it said 7:10. I decided to start the shower to get ready to hit the gym since we had birthday parties to go to!

Just as I opened the door to the shower, out of no where... POOF... my breakfast was served. It was meant for "in bed" but Pudgie ruined that... I was ordered back into bed where I got to eat my most favorite sourdough toast, cherry yogurt and 6 egg whites! I was set for legs and shoulders day....

I am still wondering who that masked man was that made me breakfast because Tommy does not cook.

Who has been sleepin in my bed on the weekends???????