In no way shape or form have I ever enjoyed waking up early in the morning. I do not rise to greet the day and give thanks it’s here. I grudgingly leave my bed a wee bit angry that I cannot stay there and enjoy it’s warmth and comfort a little longer.
Of course having a baby changes that. A lot. And now mornings before work are a tad confusing. Kyle doesn’t have a set wake up time so I can try and wake before he does so I can shower and dress before he wakes up but that never seems to work out well. Other mornings he gets up at 5, goes back to sleep right before 6 so I’m up for the day. So not only am I groggy and sore but I also get to play the guess when baby will wake game. On my days off I love it when he sleeps until 7am.
The annoying coda to this is that my Fibro has kicked up again like hot cakes because I don’t sleep and when I do I’m not sleeping sleeping. I’m always one eye open waiting for him to wake in the middle of the night. Last night it was 2:30 and Jason had just gone to bed. I woke him up. It’s not as if I don’t want him to get some sleep but it was fast becoming survival for me to get more.
Anyway, I’m up this morning wondering if I have enough time to take a shower before he wakes up. Today he sounded like he was waking up at 5:30 so I got up and made a bottle then waited. I keep thinking he’ll get up but he doesn’t. Ah life loving a Peanut.
Kyle is telling a story.
Don’t you believe my story?