The emotions flooded over me, I couldn’t believe it. The juiceboxes, socks, dirty underwear and dishes – they all helped change my perspective on life.
My alarm goes off at 5:30am during the week. I do what I do every morning, I reach my arm over, touch my husband and say “honey, it’s time to get up” – and then I roll over and fall back asleep.
It hits me, why does MY alarm go off, so I can wake HIM up, hmmmm – that does sound rather backwards. But any way – I am already fast asleep again, so who cares.
I stumble out of bed after he leaves. Jonah is crying for “mama” and “milk”, I am not sure which one is more important, so I better act on both requests.
The kitchen is pitch black dark. My husband shut off all the lights, in hopes that we will sleep in a little longer after he leaves for work. My hand reaches across the counter in search of a cup, when I bump into something fuzzy.
I just about jump 5 feet into the air. OH NO – what is this?! Fuzzy things don’t belong on the kitchen counter and the room is too dark for me to see anything other than an outline. For a split second, I am convinced it’s a rat. Not that we have rats inside the house – or even outside, for that matter. But that’s where my foggy mind is going at the crack-o-dawn.Let the dirty socks change your perspective on life! This is #Powerful #Motherhood @Red_Tricycle Click To Tweet
My hand desperately fumbles across the wall, until I reach the light switch. OH! I guess my husband’s socks had holes in them… so the kitchen counter seemed like a good place to leave the hol-y socks. Sure… leave them there for me to pick up and dispose of…
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