It was hard to wake up today.
I had all night a set of perfectly shaped, 3.5 year old feet kicking me in the head and chest. My son has mastered sleeping horizontal, and it seems to only affect him when he sleeps in my bed. He never sleeps in his own yet for the record, so I'm not really sure if he has a preference depending on which bed. So needless to say I chickened out on starting today.
and I don't know who I am.
Hours spent watching documentaries on everything from Gwen's Goop, to not F'n with Cats, Podcasts from William Hollick to Les Brown... and I'm still lost.