Dawn.  The small, gray light that begins to fill the room that tells you day is here.

A reminder that you no longer have any more time to sleep.  No more night time hours to desperately clutch at, cramming in as much REM as posisble. Today’s dawn found me changing a diaper, then rocking a small child  who hadn’t allowed me more than 2 hours consecutive sleep all night.

When the light hit, and I realized that my older child would be awake in about a half an hour, I swore under my breath and thought I. AM. TOTALLY. SCREWED.

Good thing Tracy posted about why being a mom totally rocks. 

Dawn.  It’s a bugger.