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I love the that quiet period in the morning, right before the world wakes up. That moment after Alphie has climbed in our bed, but before she is insisting on watching PBS kids, where Bettie is laying quietly on Angie’s arm, and Angie is awake but hasn’t had to even lift her head, let alone gotten up to feed the little one.

I love that moment where I can look at my wife and say “You’ve put together a pretty awesome family.”

And she can look back at me and say “I’m just glad only one of us shits in the bed.”

Mornings can be rough...

But you wake up pretty quick.

As long as you wake up on your own, you wake up pretty easy.

For example, this morning you woke up a little bit, stretched, looked at your mother and said:

I am hatched from my egg.

A few minutes later and you were digging around your room for some clothes to put on.

Arch my back, pain rings through my head, grit my teeth, raise my hands to my head, open my eyes...

I wake up... TV's on... everything is normal...

Good morning....

*sigh*