So I'm having a very rare moment here as I type at 7:09am because I'm the only one up. I quickly booted up the computer, waited impatiently for everything to start up, typed in the address a couple times too quickly so it was wrong, and now I'm frantically typing. Why? Because there is no way that I'll finish this post before one of my 2 girls needs me. There was a perfect time in history when my eldest would sleep till almost 8am every morning. I would get up, run, take a shower, read, drink coffee and feel totally prepared for a new day. Now, I'm usually lying down with her around 6am so she'll go back to sleep. As I leave her room her little sister begins to cry and by the time I crawl back into bed, it's time for us to get up. Yesterday, was a rainy cool fall day. Madeleine came in around 6:45am, wide awake and so happy for a new day. My bed felt so warm and cozy. I had my husband there, a coolness in the air, my bed was warm, it was gray outs...
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