by Katie Foley
original photo credit: Flickr
I woke up yesterday morning very similarly to the way I wake up every morning. Tired after a fitful night of sleep (too much on my mind), not wanting to leave my bed, though it is now cold- having been vacated by my husband an hour earlier- looking forward to bed tonight, and pressing on towards my kids beds to wake them for school. I help them prepare for their day, and send a text to my husband to let him know I’m awake (I’m a notorious over-sleeper since I have such difficulty sleeping). Breakfast, teeth brushing, hair combing, drying tears over lost shoes, jacket, backpack, and we’re out the door.
original photo credit: Flickr
I woke up yesterday morning very similarly to the way I wake up every morning. Tired after a fitful night of sleep (too much on my mind), not wanting to leave my bed, though it is now cold- having been vacated by my husband an hour earlier- looking forward to bed tonight, and pressing on towards my kids beds to wake them for school. I help them prepare for their day, and send a text to my husband to let him know I’m awake (I’m a notorious over-sleeper since I have such difficulty sleeping). Breakfast, teeth brushing, hair combing, drying tears over lost shoes, jacket, backpack, and we’re out the door.
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