It rained last night. Not the gentle soothe you to sleep kind of rain. But the type of rain that tosses a floodie into a panic. Streets were watched to be sure the water was draining down the sewer. The radar was checked to see if the worst of it had passed. We briefly chatted about how we really should have installed the new sump pump last week. Fingers are crossed that there is no lake under the new house this morning.
All of this leads to a restless night’s sleep peppered with anxiety inducing dreams. When my alarm woke me this morning, I was jealous that my husband did not have to roll out of bed until the baby stirred. Of course, today is the day she decided to sleep past 7am. I was less than enthused preparing myself for the day ahead. I treated myself to a morning coffee to put a little pep in my step thinking this would make things better. It certainly hasn’t hurt but there is no amount of coffee that will push me through today.
It’s the last Monday before spring break. I can do this. It won’t be so bad. PTA is tonight and those ladies are always fun at our meetings. Something to look forward to. Only four more wake ups. Let’s do this.