One of those nights…

Early Morning Alarm Call At Three AMMy body aches. My voice is a bit hoarse. My stomach churns with nausea. My eyes want to close and stay that way for a while. I feel hung-over, in an unpleasant, I didn’t even get to enjoy what led me here kind of way.

Choo-choo and I had a rough night. Not only was I feeling absolutely yucky anyway, but he woke up several times last night crying out for me.

On the bright side, he no longer screams “MOM!!!!” at the top of his lungs like his leg fell off and he’s bleeding everywhere. (I swear that’s how it sounds.) He is in this phase where he is Baby Bear, I am Mommy Bear, and Diesel is Daddy Bear. So now Choo-choo simply calls out, “Mommy Bear. Mommy Bear. Mommy Bear,” until I go to his room.

So for now, as I drag myself through breakfast, playtime, and chores, fighting the urge to curl back up in bed, I hope you all are having a better day than I.


Author: stepbackandbreathe33

I am a writer, mother, wife, and fighter in the battle against depression, anxiety, OCD, and PTSD.

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