So here I am, it’s 8 am and the house is quiet. The TV is off but my computer, like always, is on.

For those of you who wake up at 4 or 5 a.m., the logical thing we like to do is go back to sleep. However this morning is not a lucky morning for my sleep. My son woke up at 4 so I said, “no way, too early” and was able to give him a soother to tide him over until 5ish. By 5:30 he was stirring in his crib cooing to himself, so I thought, well I’d might as well get up now before the coo becomes the cry.

One of the most rewarding things in my life right now is when I go in to see my son first thing in the morning, he smiles at me. I can be dead to the earth tired but his smile melts my heart. Let’s not mistake this melting of the heart for sleep replacement though.

So he’s smiling away, and I give him a hug and a kiss and I smile back BUT I do not talk to him because it’s still 5:30 AM and that’s still too early for me to let him think it’s time to play. He get’s his bum pampered (literally and figuratively) and his morning feed. Afterwhich I reswaddle him and put him back to sleep.  Well it’s a bright sunny morning in Manitoba and do you think I could go back to sleep? No.

Why is it the law that my son has now been asleep for 2 and a half more hours and I’m awake? Maybe it’s the curse of the mom, my brain has been turned on. What are we going to do today? Is it going to be nice out? Did i remember to pay the cable bill? What are we going to do for Canada day? I should really fold this laundry sitting at my feet. Which day did I vacuum last? Did i remember to reply to all of my messages on Facebook? Maybe if I pretend I’m tired I’ll magically fall back asleep. Do you think that actually worked? No. I laid there until 7:45 “trying” to sleep. At one point I went to the car to get my Gaviscon tablets for my upset stomach (probably caused by the cranberry juice I had at 6 a.m.) only to have my husband stir and say, “what on earth are you doing this early in the garage, leaving me?” Ahhhh so nice to be appreciated.