I woke up this morning

And thought, is it morning already?  Has the night already passed?  Is it really time to get out of bed.

I pulled the covers high over my head.  Silently wishing the baby babble would cease and sleep would once again come over my home.

It didn’t.

And at 4.10am we were up for the day.  And so I fed him, wishing silently that the sleepy hormones would take him off to dreamland.  They didn’t.  Dammit.

So I popped him back in bed, perhaps he’ll play quietly while I lay here listening.  Nope.  Laughing, babbling, chewing on the cot.

So I get up, maybe he’ll play while I watch the news and Thermomix heats up the mix for a coffee.

Nope, if I can see mummy I want to play with mummy.

Dammit.

It’s going to be a long ass day.