I looked over at the clock, it was 3:58am. The reason I’m up is I just got kicked in the head by Chicken Little who, at some point last night, wiggled his way into our bed and promptly fell asleep. Between the snores of Sweet Hubs, Neurosis the Wonder Dog, and Chicken Little, there was no hope for sleep redemption last night. I’m not even sure how long he was there but I do know that he wasn’t there when I fell asleep the first time.
That little sneak.
This scenario played out again at 5:45am, 6:00am, 6:22am, 6:54am and finally I relented at 7:00am and hoped the tv could babysit for another 30 minutes while I tried to will myself out of bed on 4 hours of sleep.
Dear Coffee, I love you. Will you be my Valentine?
Sometimes in the rush of life we miss the little things. And even though I feel like that exhausted rodent on the front of my coffee mug this morning I’m choosing to find joy.
Joy that Sweet Hubs made coffee for me before he headed off to class (part atonement for leaving me all day with Chicken Little and mostly because he’s great like that).
Joy that my house is warm, messy, but warm.
Joy that a healthy little boy can run across the house in the middle of the night and crawl into bed with his mom and dad.
Joy in the million little things that make up this life. This beautiful mess of a life that I share with my boys (and one neurotic, smelly dog).