Sleep

Isn't it funny how inspiration hits when you least expect it? I've been struggling with what to write for the past week, in between life and laundry I feel like I'm struggling to find my voice. And then at 4am I hear a tiny one. "Mommy - I have to go pee pee." So potty we go. Back to bed, although now I'm composing a mental to-do list in my head.

"Momma!!" "Momma!" I jump out of bed and go running to Weesie's room. "I want an apple," comes through tear-filled sobs. "It's to early for an apple, go back to bed," I tell her as I lovingly stroke her little head. Back to my bedroom I go. "What was that about," comes a voice from the other side of the bed. "She wanted an apple." He laughs. I don't.

Pitter, patter. Pitter, patter. It's the oldest again. "Mommy, I need to pee pee again." Dear lord, we may need to see a doctor. Mid-potty break, the sounds of screaming come from the little one's room yet again. "Go back to sleep baby, it's to early to get up." "But Momma, I want a granola bar." (I'm glad she's at least asking for healthy snacks :) "When you wake up honey."

Then I hear that squeaky voice again. "Mommy, what's wrong with my sister?" "She wanted a granola bar." She smiles and goes back to bed. Last ditch effort, it's 4:40, I can get one more hour of sleep in. "Momma!! I want some water!" It's a compromise, I bring her the water.

5am. All is quiet. I wish I knew what my husband took at night that immobilizes his legs and keeps him snug in bed from the hours of 11pm-6am. And I really want to be annoyed with the fact that my day has begun earlier than expected but now I laugh. Because its funny. And I remember something I saw posted on facebook the other day.



Ain't that the truth :) Time to make some coffee.