It can be tough. Just when I think I'm settled in for the night, Mads stirs. I glance at my phone and it is already 6:30am. Really? 10 minutes ago it was 9:30pm!
Bright eyed and well rested, she stares up at me and smiles a 'Mama, I'm ready to go for the day!' smile. I really have to do a better job sleeping early.
But in the midst of play just 45 minutes in, she starts rubbing her eyes as her eyebrows turn a shade of cherry. As I'm rocking her down for a nap, I glance at the remnants of our playtime this morning. Quiet, calm, and just us two.
The noise of the morning starts crackling outside the window just as Mads is retiring for the AM. I wouldn't trade these blurry eyed quaint moments for anything because they will soon be traded in for frantic work preps, nanny handoffs, and an all too short morning with Mads.
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