Cries in the darkness, I grab my rope and roll out of bed, leaving my husband to sleep. At any moment his phone will ring, calling him to the train yard.
Saturdays are not sacred in this house, just those ten precious hours after I get the text that he is on his way home. He works hard so that I can get up at any hour and be with my children, be it Tuesday or Sunday. He’s made sacrifices so we can have other comforts. He works so I can write, because he loves me.
I push open the door to her room. Joyful coos escape her has she reaches over the bars of her cozy cage. The monster is ready to be released before the sun has risen. Before my eyes have even opened. What a cute little stinker.
In the glow of an early morning cartoon, the tiny princess dances her toddler dance. Arms swinging wide and back again onto a clap of her hands. 6am is far too early for this mama to join in. So I open the blinds to add the warm orange glow of morning into the room, hoping it will help me keep up. Hot coffee will wake these old bones, and soon enough I’ll be able to tend to her and the older addition that has awaken to the sound of Disney excitement. They are the ones that really run this house.
I know that I will tire long before the day is over, before they show signs of rubbing their eyes and yawning. If I am lucky, the phone won’t ring and I will have a running partner to chase after these two hoodlums.
Ps.. I have you know that I originally titled this post “Monday Morning Mom Musings” because I am far too tired to even know what day it is. Have a great weekend everyone.