I in a half awake stupor sort of get up, make coffee, get him out the door...and then burrow back into bed for an additional 2 hours....every single morning. And feel guilty, every time....it just doesn't seem right. And for some reason this morning it just seemed so super indulgent....mind you, it of course didn't stop me, but it sparked that little thought....our life is so strange. I mean so strange in the best way...but just so different. Do you ever have those days?
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