I call a do-over. Today has been a bear of a day, and it's only 1:45 in the afternoon. It started out way too early, but that's only because I stayed up way too late doing random things that I should have done when normal people are awake, but since Micah's awake when normal people are awake, I have a hard time completing all the tasks that I think I ought to do. Like balance the checkbook.

And pay the mortgage.

And wash dishes.

And put away the four dozen pairs of shoes that have collected in the den.

Stuff like that.

So anyway, I crawled into bed at 1:48 a.m., Dennis rolled out of bed to go to work sometime around 5 a.m., and Micah woke me up at 7:36 a.m.

I'm not exactly sure how long she'd been awake. She was cooing and talking to herself, and since I had been dreaming about my sweet daughter talking to me, I'm pretty sure that she had been awake for quite some time.

I pried one eyelid open to look at the clock.

Then I did what all good mothers do.

I rolled over and pretended that I didn't hear her.

Don't act shocked.

You know you do it too.

But then she became more vocal, so I dragged myself out of bed and tried not to fall asleep while I fed her.

Then I counted down the minutes until it was time for her morning nap.

Because then I could go back to sleep.

In case you haven't noticed, Sleep and I are good friends. I like to hang out with Sleep for an obscene amount of time. When I don't see enough of Sleep, I make life miserable for everyone around me. Trust me, you want me to spend time with Sleep.

So when the hands on the clock inched past 9 a.m., I decided it was time for Micah to close her eyes, because that's what I wanted to do.

She had a different idea about that.

Apparently, she decided that she didn't need her customary two-hour-long morning nap.

Today, about 30 minutes was enough.

Thirty minutes.

Let that sink in.

Do you know how difficult it is to get a good nap in 30 minutes?

Do you know how impossible it is to take a nap and get something else accomplished during that time?

Eventually I gave in and rescued Micah from her cage crib.

A couple of hours later, and she finally gave it up. I hope she stays asleep for a good long time.

Doesn't she know that I have about 153 things to do today?

Now I can actually start working on getting some of them done. Like writing on here. Only 152 left.

Until next time, grace and peace.