Is it Murphy’s Law or just normal motherhood?
Babyboy was alert and oriented and determined to wake me up before dawn. It’s Sunday, the one day of the week no one has early morning commitments requiring me to be up. Hubby is out of town for three days, so I’m it. I begged Babyboy for a few extra minutes of slumber, hoping he would fall back asleep, but we only managed to wake Babygirl with our back- and- forth chatter (because of course, with Hubby away, both kids will only sleep in my bed).
I’m an early riser in general and can deal, but these two have been enjoying holiday- hectic late bedtimes, and neither one is anything close to well- rested. They’re needy and irritable. They’re making demands and they don’t know what they want. They want me to be with them and I can’t use this time to do housework.
So I find myself in the dark with the television on mindless cartoons, hijacked by two overtired little dictators…
And it’s Ok. It’s funny, and ironic, and a little frustrating, but it’s all good, because it’s Christmastime and I’m all snuggly with my children.
It’s 5:15 in the morning on the one day of the week I can sleep in, and I’m thankful.