Bonaventure woke us up at 4:44 this morning, and (it being my turn to get up with him) it took me until 5:30 to get him fully settled (i.e. fast asleep). Then it took me a while to get fully settled. And then he was up at 7. I'm tired.
On his way out the door this morning, though, he said, "Bye, Mama! Have fun! Play with my toys."
Fun...fun? Maybe some fun would be okay.
Not that I never have fun. But every weekday morning is a frenzy of trying to Do All The Things before my menfolk get home at noon. (Today: read, write, practice the cello!)
I'm so sleepy.
What I'd love to do is take a nap, or lounge about watching a TV show on Netflix and knitting.
Maybe I can have half an hour or so later this morning for...fun? (or a nap?)