3 a.m. wake-up call

I think today the "to coffee or not to coffee" debate will be settled.

As I sit here at the computer squinting at the screen due to its brightness on my sensitive eyes this morning, I am reminded yet again that I have been up and about this morning since 3 a.m., as K is finishing up a little cold and todavía sufre de tos. Tenía que buscar la medicina...but she had to fight me on that, asking a million questions about how it would taste. It is homeopathic, honey-based. It tastes like honey. Of course, she would not believe me until I had already spilled 1/2 teaspoon all over the place trying to get her to taste it.

So by 4:30 I gave up my quest to conciliar el sueño, got dressed and went downstairs to get my workout in. 10 minutes into the workout, I hear pitter-patter upstairs, then "WAAAAAH" (my other pseudonym, remember?) so that was cut short. In fact, it is now 6:30--I had to stay laying with C all this time to get him to go back down to sleep. Mornings like this make me feel completely robbed. I go out of my way and sacrifice sleep just to get 1/2 hour of a workout in the mornings, and when even that is taken away from me, it really does not set the greatest mood for the day.

As MQE says, however, this stage will not last forever. And as I look down at C, his head lodged into the crook of my neck to cuddle with me, I know this and realize there will be a time in the not-so-distant future that I will long for this closeness.