Why on earth is it so hard to get up lately? I know in winter it’s hard to get up in the morning because you’re all warm and snuggly in your bed and refuse to face a cold morning waiting for the shower water to warm up. But it’s summer. It should be easy. And yet each and every morning Cooper wakes me up at 6 a.m. to be let outside and when I climb back in bed at 6:10 a.m. I fall asleep as though I haven’t had sleep in days. And at 6:30 a.m. I wake up and groan and moan about having to get up. It has happened every morning for about a month now. Without fail.
I long for the day when I don’t HAVE to get up at 6:30 a.m. anymore. Actually, I take that back. Because I know when I become a mom I’ll have to get up every few hours to feed The Kid. But that doesn’t really count because when The Kid naps, Mom naps. That’ll be a rule that will NEVER be broken. So I know I’ll have sleep.
I think it’s the work thing – I don’t want to work anymore. A few months ago I came up with a timeline for when I’d quit working altogether. I counted something like 447 work days until I’d be at home. I don’t know what day I’m down to now, but it’s obviously subject to change since it’s all dependent on when I get preggers.
So let’s all hope that’s soon. Because I foresee a day when I might explode into tears at my office and quit just because I don’t want to work anymore. And that’s not a good thing.