4:30am ~ Farmer Neal’s alarm goes off. I think “oh man it is already morning?” … but roll over and quickly fall back to sleep.
4:39am ~ Farmer Neal’s alarm goes off after the beloved snooze time. We love our snooze times around here. I roll over to give a friendly reminder to get up, only to discover the body to remind is in the shower already. Crawling over the bed I finally hit the right button and crawl back to my warm side.
4:43am ~ Lose the fight to “not” use the bathroom. Decided to not tell Farmer Neal that he forgot to turn off the alarm.
4:45am ~ Baby Evelyn is heard in the livingroom/nursery waking.
4:50am ~ I ignore the sounds of a “more awake” baby and pretend she will go back to sleep.
4:53am ~ It is made clear that Evelyn is not just going to go back to sleep. I make my way to her and am greeted with the most awake and happy “Good Morning Mama!” I have seen to date.
4:55am ~ Bottle is warming and diaper is being changed.
4:56am ~ Farmer Neal apologizes for not turning off his alarm.
5:00am ~ After a short visit with Daddy and smiles all around I am sitting on the couch feeding Evelyn her bottle and wondering how I missed the memo that I would be feeding her at 5am instead of 7am or even 8am like Tuesday.
5:15am ~ Farmer Neal leaves for work.
5:20am ~ Baby Evelyn is back in bed with a dry butt and a full belly … such a sweet life.
5:21am ~ I am wondering if I should just stay up. I have bars to make for church tonight, laundry in the dryer to fold, laundry in the washer to dry, and a growling stomach.
5:22am ~ I am in bed.
5:25am ~ I think of this great idea for a blog post.
5:27am ~ Weigh the options of staying in bed for 2 more hours or not.
5:33am ~ Phone rings. My heart beating faster but honestly thinking “he couldn’t be dead yet, he just left!”.
5:34am ~ Find out that Farmer Neal ran out of gas on the way to work but a co-worker was close behind on the road so he will give him a ride in. Loren will call back on his lunch break to come up with a “plan” to get gas in the truck before 4pm.
5:38am ~ I think long and hard about my next move.
5:46am ~ Phone rings again. I discover the “official plan” to get gas in the truck which involves very little of my help (hopefully and thankfully).
6am ~ Breakfast is made, laundry from the washer tumbling in the dryer which hold a freshly folded load on top of it, and a post is being typed.
90 minutes later I think I will just call it a morning.