One of the many issues I have with having to get out of bed at 6 every morning in order to get everything done before leaving for work is that on mornings that I don't have to get up for anything because it's Henry's weekend to visit his dad, my brain wakes up in crisis mode at 7 because my ears haven't heard It's Tricky (my alarm clock song) and Henry hasn't put his precious face next to mine to whisper, "Good morning mom mom sunshine. I have to go pee pee in the potty." and it thinks I must be late or something is wrong with my boy.
Brain. You are wrong. Shut the fuck up so I can get some sleep.
See how tired I am?
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