It's Monday morning. The alarm clock blared and in my sleepy fog I thought I was dreaming something. My brain cleared. I looked at Cassie, sound asleep next to me, and realized the obnoxious noise was the alarm clock. I quickly leaped over her and smacked it into silence.
"It can't be morning already," I groaned to myself. I slowly, unsteadily, plodded to the bathroom since I was up. Up...maybe in body, but not in mind. I came back to the bed and looked at my two sweet, sleeping girls. Both snuggled peacefully into my bed.
"I'm not ready to be awake yet." I thought. I slowly climbed onto the foot of my bed, careful not to jostle the sleeping angels, and curled up for a few short minutes...my legs dangling off the edge.
I bolted upright...there is was again. I'm glad I hit snooze the first time the alarm went off. I slid from my spot and my knees hit the floor. I needed to say my morning prayer. I rested my forehead on the mattress. My brain still so foggy. I know He understands. I stumble through my morning prayer. I need the strength He can give me.
I slowly stand up, stretch and stumble to the kitchen, wiping my sleepy eyes. TJ is already up and eating breakfast. I'm so blessed. It was a good day yesterday. Mother's Day. The boys made me breakfast and made sure to help out a lot more. I smile to myself. My life is good!
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