3:45 a.m.

I feel a little tap on my arm, followed by a whispered “mommy? mommy?”
I had only been asleep for about 3 hours. I forced my reluctant eyes open.
“mommy? There’s a crab in my bed. It snapped at my clothes.”

That was the first of four conversations I got to have with my dear children between 3:45 and 6:15.
God love ’em.
I’m glad today is a school day for them.

(Emily and anyone else who was wondering…Logan is going to mother’s day out Mondays and Wednesdays, and Connor is going to preschool Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. 🙂

3 Replies to “3:45 a.m.”

  1. OMWord..that would definitely get me out of bed…and have a hard time going back to sleep. I’m enjoying reading through the last couple of posts you’ve made in your blog…so much FUN! xoxo

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