There have been more mornings than I can count when DD1 has been late, and exactly three days she has missed school altogether because I couldn't drag my out of bed. Either I sleep through my alarm or I snooze it too many times. Before, it was the anemia that had me dragging azz all the time. Now it's the sleepless nights. Mom is constantly up my butt about how cruel and unfair I'm being by being so lethargic and making DD1 late. But with no help, um, ever I don't really think it's that unthinkable that mornings are a bust more often than not and I don't really sweat it right now. Hell, remember my fondest memories of my mom? They were of the crazed drives to school every morning because we were late, because she was a single mom doing it all herself. WDYT?
// I love you too. //