Well, it’s back to work today after the holiday time-off. As much as I love structure and returning to a normal schedule, I wasn’t happy when my alarm when off at 6:15 this morning. I hit snooze a few times and tried to lay there quietly, as to not wake up Tyler too early. Actually, it’s never because I’m worried of waking HIM - he gets plenty of sleep. It’s that when he DOES actually wake up, he runs into my room and demands that Mommy gets up and helps him put together his spaceship, or makes him breakfast, or whatever short list of demands he can think of first thing in the morning. And when I haven’t hit snooze enough times to prolong my wake, I’M NOT READY TO GET UP AND NO I DON’T CARE WHERE YOUR WALL-E TOY IS. But as 6:45 rolled around and I drug myself out of bed, I realized something that prompted an audible sigh of relief: HE’S NOT HERE.
Tyler is at his grandparents’ house this week because his sitter is closed. I had totally forgot and was intentionally being quiet so I didn’t wake him and force MY day to start. So as much relief as I felt, him being absent always leads to a sad feeling when I don’t start my day seeing and taking care of him. I was pretty blah this morning by the time I reached work, but I’m finally starting to snap out of it.
A good dream about Panda Express (and orange chicken) and a phone call from a best friend (Sara) helps turn things around. And finding out that we have TWO days off this week, instead of one? BONUS. It’s all good. I’m going to try and end this year on a positive note.
Happy New Year!