this morning, i was awakened by my son making noise, up to the usual morning four year old type thing. at 8:25. i panicked, & sprung into action: ?we have to get you ready for margie’s? (the babysitter, who usually picks him up right around this time), i cried, delving in his dresser drawers for something cozy. he begins to complain loudly abut getting dressed & going to margie’s (this is fairly normal) as in my head i berate myself for staying up so late & feeling like this — how the hell am i supposed to work like this?

then i realised it’s saturday.

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