Confession
Christ have mercy for they know not what they do
Forgive me Lord for the sleep I wish I had. For the long lazy mornings, slowly waking up. For nights of sound, restful sleep.
4:30am: DADDA! Nathanael pooped.
Body tenses. Roll over. Silently hope that Ben takes care of it.
5am: Amos thinks it's time to get up
I HATE DAYLIGHT SAVINGS. Can I at least blame something?
Forgive me Lord for the sleep I wish I had. For the hot cup of coffee that never gets cold. Cursing the microwave still. For thinking I have the right to live in Eden. No, that I get to go back. For the clean floors and polite children and unspilled cereal.
6am: Amos trips, falls off his stool, all the while spilling his bowl of cereal on top of him and over the stairs.
Forgive me Lord for the sleep I wish I had. For my tight fist around comfort. You owe me nothing. And yet,
And yet,
And yet, you give.
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