There are some days when I just can't wake Jackson up in the morning, because my heart breaks from the thought of rousing him. This morning was one of those times. He still sleeps with his little bum in the air, and today, he was laying on a silky pillow, clutching it underneath him. Moreover, he was "open mouth sleeping" which means that he was in complete dream land and just drooling everywhere. I was Satan for waking him up, only to drag him out of bed, get him dressed, give him a bottle, force brush his hair and teeth, and rush him along like we were in a hurry. And we were, because traffic patterns demand that we leave by a certain minute of the morning, or we are completely late for everything . . . and so it goes.
It makes me sad to be in such a hurry all the time. There are no better moments than vacation, when time doesn't matter and sleep is gauged by internal clocks and not an annoying buzzer. I struggle with the pace we currently struggle to maintain. Sometimes I think that living on a farm and being woken up by a rooster would be so much better for my quality of life. Heading out to feed a horse that needs hay or a cow that needs milking is more attractive to me than heading out to gridlock traffic and road rage honking . . . especially from people that haven't had coffee yet and are just bitter...
As hard as it was to wake Jackson up today, he of course, is resilient and not bitter. The moment his eyes opened, he sat up and said "Choos choos with mama", so I guess we do have our own little routine, as crazy and hectic as it is sometimes in our house.
