Rip Van Winkle

Did you ever wake up and think it was a day later?

This morning I woke up--sat bolt up in bed (like in the movies, when you see the character sit straight up) and thought, "crap, I am late for work--it's gonna be one of those showerless days". When I grabbed my phone to look at the time and temperature, I then realized it was only Sunday.

I've done this several days this week. During the week, it was waking up at around 4 a.m. thinking it was 8 a.m. and that I should have already been gone.

Nothing new going on. Nothing expectant suppose to happen. Wondering what's going on in subconsciously that makes me feel like I'm late.

Happy Birthday

My nephew turned two a few days ago and he is the nephew that I remember the most about. He was the one that I got to visit in the hospital the day he was born (I was out of town for all the other births). On top of that, two days after he was born, my brother and sister-in-law had a really important business dinner to attend, so I got to babysit him, at two days old, for three hours. And I do spend a lot of time with him, so we've bonded.

I'll never forget the first time I babysat him. My brother told me that he would wake up around 6:30 to be fed, that I just needed to burp him and then let him sleep in the bassinet. He woke up like clock work and after feeding him, I tried to burp him, but heard nothing. Fearing that he might aspirate on vomit, I just held him until my brother and sister-in-law came home. When they arrived at about 9ish, they asked if he had woken up again. I explained what happened--and they both laughed. My brother told me that the burp would not be loud, it would sound more like a sigh or light pop, in an infant.

Anyway, happy birthday Elijah!!