Well, it is 6:45 in the morning and I have nothing to do. I don't have a kid that wakes up this early. Why am I awake? Oh wait, yes I do. His name is Travis. Ok, so he isn't a kid. He is my handsome, charming, loving husband. Who apparently acts just like a kid in the morning. He woke up at 5:15 this morning and unfortunately my belly decided that I would get up too. My belly just wouldn't let me get comfortable. And then all morning Travis kept asking if he could go get Carson up... because he misses him, because he wants to see him, because he wants to play with him. And now Travis is gone to school. So it is really quiet and I don't want to do anything to wake that little boy up, except maybe make that box of blueberry muffins that is calling my name. hmmm?? Well, even though Travis wanted to wake up Carson and then leave (making me stay up, you know, to take care of him) he is lucky to have a dad like Travis. I feel lucky to have a husband that spends so much time with our son ("teaching him the ways," as Travis would say). I guess I might as well get used to being up this early, I will be seeing this time of day very soon. Oh and Saturday morning tv stinks. There isn't even any "normal" news on and I don't get the food network.
3 months ago
