This morning I sit here a little tired, breathing in the early Sunday morning air. Its about 7:15 am and I just got the little one back to sleep – for the umm …3rd time (hard sigh). The sound of my husbands consistent snoring fades as I try to pull in the faint sound of birds chirping right outside my window. Its soon interrupted by the sound of a loud pick up truck blaring their music and speeding devilishly down our quiet 25mph street. My mind quickly fades back into reality and then it hits me – BOOM! I am the only one awake, its mommy time!

This happens so infrequently I’m not quit sure what to do with myself when it happens. Should I go back to sleep to catch a few more much needed zzz’s? (That sounds delightful yet too good to be true). Should I quickly search my Netflix must see list and attempt to watch something “I” want to watch? (no cartons. And no Comic book movies.) Or, should I go wash my hair and get started on the half o’ days journey on the conditioning, detangling and straightening process?

Nope! I think I ‘ll start my very own blog.

She. Talks. Life.