Charlotte isn't a morning person either. She doesn't quite have my love for sleep (there's still time), but she is certain that 5:30am is for the birds. Today was our first opening shift, a shift we rotate to every other day. It was hard on me: I hit snooze 3 times and then sprang out of bed thinking it was like 7am and I was going to be fired. It was 5:11. I had myself together and the car running (it's still pretty cold here at night, which I consider 5:30am to be) by 5:30am so I ran inside, put socks on Charlotte and swooped her up in a blanket and out the door we went. She either slept or stared sleepily out the window the entire 15 minute drive (this is where I'm actually kind of missing the 30 minute drive as it made for great cat nap material). I rolled through the Starbucks drive-through (thank you, Starbucks) and was in the parking lot of the center by 5:50am. Not too bad, right?! I took Charlie inside as she was now awake and talking to me.
A study in parenting, marriage, and life.