Yesterday I was feeling kind of awesome.
At 5:30 a.m. Addison woke up crying, which is super unusual for her. I scooped her out of her crib and pulled her in bed with us. She immediately nestled down and starting snoring like a 60 year old with sleep apnea. She didn't wake to her Dad's alarm clock. She didn't hear him in the shower or leave for work. She lay in bed, snoring, until 9:25 a.m.
I had considered getting up and leaving her there. Maybe I'd make a pot of coffee, take an uninterrupted shower, read the news in peace. But let's be real, I lay in bed nuzzled next to my sleeping little dwarf.
We spent the day running errands, eating and playing. It was a good day.
This morning I am not feeling as awesome.
At 4:44 a.m. Addison woke up calling my name over and over. I plodded into her room, got her out of the crib and attempted to lull her back to sleep in our bed. It was NOT a repeat of yesterday. She tossed and turned. She sat up and flopped down. She smacked me in the face with a renegade arm and kicked her dad in the back - repeatedly.
I begrudgingly got out of bed at 5:25 a.m. and brought my darling daughter downstairs. She cuddled with me and the cat on the couch for a bit. She colored. She looked out the window. We watched The Little Mermaid...and next thing I knew she was curled up on the floor, snoring.
She was back up and ready to face the world by 8:20 a.m. So far she has spilt her milk, pinched her finger in the baby gate, taken a crayon to the couch and dismantled a Sex and the City season on DVD. I am not feeling so ready to face the world.
But the world will be faced. We have errands to run, lunches to eat and a house to avoid cleaning. The sun is shining and the weather is beckoning me, albeit slowly, off the couch.