Sunday, 29 January 2012
Three mornings older
Last night I was woken up three times. The first time by a loud noise of incoming SMS on my husband's mobile phone. When asked why he doesn't switch it off for night, he answered: "You never know, when somebody might call for emergency". I start to suspect I'm married to a secret agent or superhero in disguise. The second time I was woken 6.30 AM by alarm clock of my husband (bless him) even though it's Sunday... And then just a quarter of hour later my son wet his pants and had to be changed. Of course there was no need for a fourth wake-up call, I couldn't go to sleep after that. Technically I've had three mornings in one and I must admit I do feel at least three days (more like three decades) older today, barely staying awake.