Discombobulated

Getting up in the middle of the night to do something is tough.

Getting up to take care of an upset child only adds to the bewilderment.

Through the summer getting up and throwing on a t-shirt (often backwards or inside out) was no big deal. Now that it’s cooler and I’m wearing sweatshirts around the house, the practice becomes trickier when that sweatshirt is hooded.

As if that wasn’t enough, one night the pants went on inside out too.

I’m still waiting for the night I stumble and crash through the closet doors.

– b