December 2011
5 posts
Christmas Eve morning
The child let me sleep an extra hour. It was glorious. I reveled in that lovely wake-up-slowly, it-the-weekend fuzz.
The child was patiently watching a movie in the next room.
It is Christmas Eve morning. I am at my parent’s house. I am on vacation.
The child and I creep down into the quiet house. I beeline to the garage to get my morning “cold caffeine”.
*beep* *beep*...
