My days have started way too early all this week! It started on Monday when there was a storm that woke the baby. My husband, daughter and I all sleep like logs- nothing will wake us- but Brenia is such a light sleeper.
Tuesday was an early morning consultation at a hospital an hour away. My 6-year-old is having dental surgery at the children’s hospital. Years of juice and poor brushing habits have eaten away at her teeth. They are pulling 5 and filling some more. She’s so nervous about it that they have to do it in the operating room with general anesthesia. Anyway, that wasn’t the point of this story- so you know I got up early on Tuesday.
Wednesday had things settling down a bit, so I thought we’d get back to normal, but no…
My husband has this idiot friend at work. They have decided to carpool (nevermind the wives have suggested it for a year- now they think it’s their great idea!) He comes Thursday morning, calling twice on the way! I was relieved to find the baby still sleeping. Then he gets here and rings the doorbell- not once- but twice! Of course, baby is awake too early!
Today, you’d think he would know to be quiet with me having threatened to kill him and all. No, he has to honk his horn at 7:30 in the morning and, yes, wake the baby!
It’s not that I sleep until noon. I’m up by 8 every morning. It’s just that usually I have some time for me to shower, dress and mentally prepare for my day before the girls are up. When I hit the ground running it feels like I spend the whole day behind. Five days straight of that and I’m pooped!
Hey! I never said it was my idea…
…and two days in a row! That’s some sort of record, ain’t it?