ugh
Some mornings, I simply don't want to get out of bed. Today I got up for two main reasons: 1) the farmer who delivers my weekly egg supply usually drops them off on Fridays around 9am, and 2) I had planned an outing to the zoo with a lady from church.
I left the bedroom in a sleep-deprived haze thanks to Samuel's nasty habit of waking up every hour on the hour all night long whenever he's cutting new teeth. I made it as far as the kitchen, saw a mess of ketchup and mayo and broken bits of bread and several bunches of grapes piled on the floor in front of a wide-open refrigerator, told Isaac he wasn't going to the zoo today, then turned around and headed back to bed where I cried for several minutes straight.
About an hour later, Steve convinced me I should get out of bed. I've pretty much regretted it ever since. In fact, I think I'm headed back there now. Both my boys are napping, and that seems like a mighty fine way to spend my afternoon.
I left the bedroom in a sleep-deprived haze thanks to Samuel's nasty habit of waking up every hour on the hour all night long whenever he's cutting new teeth. I made it as far as the kitchen, saw a mess of ketchup and mayo and broken bits of bread and several bunches of grapes piled on the floor in front of a wide-open refrigerator, told Isaac he wasn't going to the zoo today, then turned around and headed back to bed where I cried for several minutes straight.
About an hour later, Steve convinced me I should get out of bed. I've pretty much regretted it ever since. In fact, I think I'm headed back there now. Both my boys are napping, and that seems like a mighty fine way to spend my afternoon.