October 11, 2010

I wish. . .

That for one day, just one day, I could wake up by myself.  Without the help of an alarm clock. Or a baby monitor.  Or a 3 year old sitting on top of me. And not just wake up. Wake up and stay in bed and read my book. Until I felt like rolling out of bed and joining the rest of the world.

Who knew that would ever be a dream of mine?

9 comments:

Barbaloot said...

Every Monday I wake up and think I have to wait until Sunday when I get to do that. I'm sorry you don't have that day of rest to anticipate sleeping in!

Jillybean said...

My kids are finally old enough that I can do that occasionally, however, Saturday mornings we have sports and music lessons, and Sundays 9:00 a.m. church so I still don't get to sleep in ever.

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

Maybe we could dream together?

just call me jo said...

When your kids leave home and you're old enough to do this--you can't make yourself stay in bed for some stupid reason. Trust me! Dreams can never come true. Get used to it. Never! Never! Never! Trust me.

Wonder Woman said...

I seriously just had this thought a few days ago.

Someday, right?

Wendy said...

I have that same dream... only in the summer time I usually get to experience more. Since I have older kids, who can help get the younger ones fed.

myimaginaryblog said...

Wendy may have just identified why I live for those 12 short weeks of summer--and why I've never wanted to put my kids in swim team.

Sometimes I wonder, though, whether I'll have a hard time getting out of bed at all once I have a choice in the matter.

Emmy said...

Oh that sounds lovely

Melissa Bastow said...

This is why I miss last summer. I totally understand how this makes me the worst parent on the planet, but before school started I would just ignore the kids until I felt like waking up, and then I just pretended to still be sleeping so that I could stay in bed and read. Pretty much every morning. My kids probably thought it was horrible, but IT WAS SO AWESOME.

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