Rick’s alarm on his phone went off at 4.30a this morning. His phone fell behind the bed so it took him about 3 minutes, including asking me for my phone so he could use it as a flashlight, to hit the snooze button on his alarm.
His alarm went off at 4.37a too. Snooze.
4.44a? Snooze.
4.51a? Snooze.
Finally at 4.58a he got up and got ready a little bit (home game today with a noon kickoff = he has to be there at 6a).
After putting in his contacts and starting to get ready, he climbed back in bed.
With today being Mallory’s birthday, my mind has been going a million miles a minute from the time his first alarm went off. First thought was “OMG MY BABY IS FOUR”. Second thought was whether I should get up and get her birthday balloons from the basement so they are outside her room when she wakes up. Third thought was WHY THE HELL AM I AWAKE? I should take this moment to share that I was up at 4.30a yesterday too – to take my sister to the hospital for her outpatient umbilical hernia surgery. So two 4.30a wakeup calls in a row. Blah.
Anyway, Carson starts making noise at about 5a too (perhaps he heard Rick’s multiple alarms? Grrr.) and at 5.30a he’s making enough noise that I need to get him. I bring him to our bed where he curls up on my chest for a while. Rick leaves at 5.40a and then Carson starts 40 minutes of rolling. Rolling off my chest, almost off the bed, back on my pillow, back on my chest, off my chest, etc.
I finally got out of bed because I wanted to write all this down, and NOW Carson sounds like he’s totally fallen asleep. Must be nice.
Well, I should go start our day. We need to be leaving for my dad’s in less than 90 minutes.
Go Blue.
Yawn.