So much to do in that "free time" that is almost impossible to do with a toddler under foot. Heck, I got a lot of blog writing done today (see below).
But why is it that when I get this morning of her sleeping in (hello, it's 10:00 and she's not up), I spend it in a panic. Checking on her every 5 minutes. Is she breathing? Is she fevered? Is she okay? I spend it in a state of worry and fear.
Do I enjoy the free time that I long for? Nope. I just want to go in and wake her up. I want to send the dog in to "be the bad guy" and wake her up.
Kind of funny how that works....what we wish for isn't all that great when you get it.
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