My "day" started at midnight when my alarm clock mysteriously went off. As I have a baby, I haven't even used this alarm clock since January. After turning on the light and waking up EVERYONE in my room (husband, cat 1, cat 2, aforementioned baby), I wandered to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I knocked down several cookbooks on the counter. A couple of those books fell to the floor. I'm sure my neighbors appreciated this.
About 2:00, that baby (see above) woke up. He had received his 6-month vaccinations yesterday and wasn't feeling his best. Fortunately, instead of crying, he felt like talking. "Dadadadadadadada ... DA DA DA DA DA DA!"
Nigh on 4:00, cat 2 (Magic) chased cat 1 (Mystic) through the kitchen and over our kitchen table, and knocked the salt and pepper shakers off the table. I threw a pillow at cat 2, looked at that same alarm clock and cried.
Around 5:30, the little baby who lives in my house woke up. For good! Play with meeeee! We played, nursed, played, rocked, pleaded to go back to sleep, played, finally dozed off. I put him back in his bed around 6:30 and thought I'd get an early start on work. But first! Feed cats and get some cereal for myself. Darn it! The baby's awake! Play, rock, nurse, Zzzzzzzzz.
As I walked into the nursery to put the baby back to bed, I smacked his head on the door. He cried, and promptly fell back to sleep. Mama's head exploded with guilt, and sleep deprivation.
How's your morning going? And also, TGIF.