Got up this morning before the house was awake.
It was still dark. I had to use my phone as a flashlight to get dressed and avoid waking the husband.
Brewed myself a chai latte and curled up on the couch just as the sun crested the horizon in a flash of red. Strapped on the breast pump (the soundtrack to my life). Wah wah hwah hwah hwah.
Being October, I dove back into my somewhat staccato horror movie marathon (if you happen to be into that sort of thing, I blog reviews here.)
As the room grew light and I finished up an admittedly mediocre film. I switched it off, took in the quiet of the house and just enjoyed the warming day. A skiff of snow still lay on the grass, the picnic table outside lay under a thin sheet of white.
A warm sip of chai.
A deep breath.
A sudden fart noise.
Baby girl is up. Raspberries are the trick of the day. Pbbthbbbbbbt.
And I was greeted with the smell of poo, and the world’s biggest smile.