Nighttime and I don't get along. It's really a love hate relationship with bedtime. My anxiety kicks in when I'm left alone in the dark and quiet. But in the same breath, that's when my best thoughts and words are created.
When I wake up in the morning, it's usually by one of my kids announcing that they are hungry. Then the next one chimes in and I'm awake, usually against my will, to make breakfast or at least reach the bowl out of the cabinet and the jug of milk is still too full for them to pour without dumping the whole gallon on the floor. I say against my will because I stayed up half the night trying to shut my brain off and I'd love to be able to sleep past seven. But, my day is started and I've got things to do, like most mom's and dads.
When I wake up in the morning, it's usually by one of my kids announcing that they are hungry. Then the next one chimes in and I'm awake, usually against my will, to make breakfast or at least reach the bowl out of the cabinet and the jug of milk is still too full for them to pour without dumping the whole gallon on the floor. I say against my will because I stayed up half the night trying to shut my brain off and I'd love to be able to sleep past seven. But, my day is started and I've got things to do, like most mom's and dads.