I’d been looking forward to today, Saturday, all week. A day that would be, “my” day.
An afternoon at the library or book store, just to relax, browse quietly, leisurely flip through books and magazines and even start making some headway on the growing list of post ideas I have not been able to work on the past few weeks.
Yesterday evening, bedtime goes well with my son. He’s tired and goes down fairly easily, this is a good sign.
This morning around 5am, he’s at my side of the bed, asking for my phone and wanting to listen to music.
Through the week, he gets up around 6:45am. WTF is going on here. I give him the phone and lay back down. From five to six thirty is on and off sleep in-between toddler requests and promises mommy will get up soon.
I get up and force my eyes to focus, feet to move, mind to function. I close the bedroom door so my husband can sleep.