Rua woke up at 5 am today. As cute as can be minus 50% cuteness factor because of the ungodly hour. Now I am at work contemplating an overdose of Adderall to get me to noon and then what . . . No plan yet. Very much looking forward to dinner with an old friend tonight. Hopefully she will be in a talkative mood so I can smile, sip wine, nod in agreement until it is time to go and then go home and collapse.
Rua is my 15 month old daughter, conceived through the failure of birth control, but definitely wanted, except for this morning when she woke up at 5 am. 5 am is really uncivilized; I mean if I were up at that hour and able to exercise or relax and read the paper, maybe I could impart some civility unreal hour, but alas, that was not to be - I finally had to enlist Elmo and Barney to assist me.
I should have known; when I put her in last night, she went easily and I told myself to expect an early morning. I just didn't expect 5. There seems to be a direct relationship between how wasily she goes to sleep and how early she wakes up. Hum.