One man's (or girl's) bedtime, is another man's (or woman's) awakening.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
aahhh, bedtime. When the garbage can comes down off the table for the first time since Quinn found it-which was around 8:30am, when I started to zone out in front of the news. The toys are put away and I start to feel like a human being again, instead of just 'momma.' And I just SIT for a few minutes letting that soak in. I am Rebecca Lynn Allen. I have thoughts- deeper than the last diaper change or the last time Quinn drank from her sippy cup. I have feelings-- other than TIRED. I am alive.