

I usually get “stuck” in whatever horrid nightmare I was having before waking up. For the first 5-10 minutes I’m not sure if I’m still in a dream or not, then I spend a while panicking about how I couldn’t figure out reality and if anything is real.
Although things are usually a lot better when my son decides to sleep with us. He’ll wake me up before the sun just yelling the most nonsensical stuff and it snaps me back to reality pretty quick.
My favorite from this week was “wake up daddy put your jeans on! (Throws my jeans at my face) We’re late for work!” At 5:30am. I work from home an don’t have a set time to clock in but oh boy I clocked in early that day.













I’m almost 30 and just starting to feel like a kid.
I’ve had to be an adult since I was 10 but getting sober and having my first kid really brought me back to life. We play with a hotwheels track that we call car thing, we wrestle everyday, we have jam sessions where we switch instruments so for half of it I’m playing a tiny piano. When I buy clothes I let him help me pick stuff out and most of it’s from thrift stores so my outfits have gotten very funky.
He also makes doing adult things more fun, we do everything together so he helps me with house work. There’s the shark vacuum, the carpet cleaner turns the floor into lava, laundry basketball, we cook dinner together. My favorite is making pizza dough with him, it takes longer to clean up than it does to make the pizza but it’s a blast.