judah decided to wake up at 6:30 this morning. i don’t think i’m awake yet. oh, i’m sitting up, typing words onto a screen, but i don’t think i’m awake yet.
so far she has mutilated the Utne magazine, and taken everything out of my gym bag and placed it in my lingerie drawer. because that’s obviously where my goggles go. she’s currently conversing with herself in front of the mirror.
it’s coffee. strong coffee. at least my child is pretty self-entertaining.
i just want to get more than five hours of sleep each night. that’s all i’m asking. just a few more hours. or two. or one. i’ll be okay then. in the meantime, i feel like the living dead.