6:50am

Yes, 6:50am is the time Adam left for work this morning.....and I hate garbage day!
The garage door opener is soooooooo Loud. This morning was the first morning in awhile that I had the bed to MYSELF! Zack was in his bed and Dylan in his crib....Very rare! So what does Daddy do?? He opens the garage door to take the garbage out....and the CRYING began!
It's Lovely when you are woken up by a crabby 7 month old and nothing you do makes him content.
It's not that he does it a lot, the crying I mean, but when he starts.....LOOK OUT.
His wails seem like the world is ending!
I, of course, call Daddy and tell him that "He Sucks" and continue on the AM conversation as if I was up the last 3 hours. Once I wake up ( the kicker in this whole thing was that I was having an awesome dream) reality takes me back to this very moment of remembering that no Barb.....you are not on a boat traveling the world, or any other dream like fantasy my sleeping mind can cook up that night.
No. No.....my reality is this...Mama....I need this....Bob-Bob, Penguins.....Baby cries...change diaper...rush Zack to the Potty.....and Repeat!