So this morning I was calmly feeding Scarlet in my glider (fancy rocking chair for those who don’t have kids) and all of a sudden I jumped up in a panic, startling her in the process. “It’s Monday! I overslept! Oh man! It’s my first day and I screwed up already!”
Then it hit me that it was Sunday.
I forgot that stuff like that can happen. Eight months of it not really mattering what time I go to bed can really spoil a girl. Granted, I still fall asleep fairly early every night but when I actually have something to wake up to, I don’t usually sleep as easily. I’ve been looking at this picture all morning to make me smile. I’ll probably have it up at work every day too:
Doesn’t that just give you a goofy grin?