I want to be lucky. I want to be lucky. I want to be lucky.

When I wake up in the morning…

I’d like to not have my hopes crushed. I’d like to be focused and sure and ready to start my day. Take a shower in peace, eat a breakfast that leaves me filled, get dressed without second guessing, leave without looking back and come home to a warm bed with a good night’s sleep. 

But when I wake up in the morning…

It will be to a baby who wants to play, no breakfast, a two minute shower, a thrice looked over wardrobe, second guessing leaving and coming home to benedryl to sleep without feeling like I’m dying and wake up to do it all again.

I’m not complaining, really, it’s just one of those things.. I’d like some storybook in my life, what can I say?