Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Charlie hit us at 0500 hours.
5:00 a.m. is an hour before I usually get up. It may not seem like much difference, but it's an important hour. I'm pretty sure that's the hour when all my best dreams happen. (Doesn't it seem like all your good bedtime dreams are interrupted by the alarm clock?)
At first, I thought maybe my son would still let me sleep. My husband got up to get him out of his crib and brought him upstairs to our bed, hoping maybe he would cuddle down and, if not nap, at least lay quietly with us.
I think he may have done that, but it was for such a brief period of time that it can't be observed in units larger than nanoseconds.
My son squirmed up next to me, giggling, and tangled his little legs and feet in the covers. "Mama night-night?"
"Yes, baby, mama's trying to go night-night."
Sunday, January 16, 2011
The fluidity of time based on day of the week.

My husband and I have to be at work by 7:15 and 7:30 every weekday, respectively. This is compounded by the fact that we have to get my son ready and out the door also, and his daycare doesn't open until 7:00. Nevertheless, we have our routine down to a tee, (honestly, I could give the exact time at which I brush my hair, my teeth, put on make-up, etc.), and we are very rarely either of us late to work.
On Sunday, all we have to do is roll out of bed and get to church by 9:00. Now, despite what the image would have you believe, our church actually meets in a movie theater and is very casual; I dress up a lot less for church than I do for work. Also, our church is very close to where we live, actually about the exact same distance as we are from our work. We also don't have to get my son's diaper bag so packed, since he only stays in the nursery for about an hour during service.
Despite all this, we are almost always running late to church, week after week. Does anyone know why this happens?
Uh-oh. Took too long posting. Gotta run.
