A New Day!
Held my wife most of last night and slept very well.
First bell 4:30– had the gumption to get up but no the wherewithal
Second bell 5:00– barely remember it
Third bell 6:00– rose and woke the kids, Sarah immediately took to hiding under the warm blanket on the couch. I considered stealing it from her but instead went back to bed for “15 minutes”
Fourth bell 6:37– sprang from bed, ran upstairs to find Sarah still under the blanket on the couch, Noah almost done with breakfast and an innocent “I keep telling her to get up,” and gave Tommy his medicine and told him to rise. Then I return to the basement to get dressed. At 6:53 I’m upstairs urging everyone on. At 7:02 Tommy is still in bed and I tell him to have a nice day (this is when he typically starts to get dressed).
Picked up our carpool buddy, hand delivered a birthday invite to his mother, and gave him his report card which had been in the floor board of our other car for a week. I reminded the boys that Noah was no longer to be on his friend’s roof. Again, do I deny him those simple pleasures? I know I did some wacky stuff.