DAY ONE ??:?? — I wake up tired. Again. I need another hour of sleep at least. 6:00 a.m. — We make a cup of tea. TODAY IS FIELD TRIP DAY!!!! He is very excited. I log into my f
DAY ONE ??:?? — I wake up tired. 6:00 a.m. — Little Bun works on making a calendar because he will get to go out and play soccer with his father and he is very excited, so he c
DAY ONE ??:?? — Little Bun flings his body on me (as heavy as a sack of potatoes at this point) and squeals: MOMMY MAAAH MAAAAH! …. (my response is: Baby Baaah Baaah), and
DAY ONE ??:?? — I wake up refreshed, and Little Bun curls into my side, grabbing my arm like a Stuffie and snuggling it. I don’t move. I just lie there, feeling his heart b
DAY ONE ??:?? — I wake up early (I knew we would, we slept half an hour early) 6:23 a.m. — Little Bun reads comics on my phone, it’s his favourite thing to do and as long
DAY ONE ??:?? — I wake up really early. I do not know how and why Little Bun seems to need less sleep but he is sleeping like a rock around 9:30 p.m. and then up at 6 a.m. sharp.
DAY ONE ??:?? — I wake up super early. I know it’s my anxiety. I can’t go back to sleep. ??:?? — I drift back to sleep and then wake up again because Little Bun snu
DAY ONE ??:?? — I wake up weak from my aura migraine last night. I really don’t feel 100%. 7:28 a.m. — I make a tea, look at the massive pile of pots and dishes, and I kn