Sleepless in Seattle

So many mothers have told me to take advantage of my sleep while I can. I try to sleep my full eight hours, but for some reason in the last few weeks by 3 or 4am, I am fully awake and ready to start my day. This frenzy of energy is weird and unnecessary, but nature's way of saying get ready.

I know it's too early when I wake up, walk downstairs and even the dogs are still too tired to greet me with their usual waging tails. The only time they came to say hello was when I had a piece of peanut butter toast in my hand. As soon as the last bite was gone, they both got up, walked away and laid back down to sleep. I just sat there, read and listened to Ruby snoring like an old man who is completely at peace.