Finding a third option

It's 6am, of course he's fast asleep after his latest feed and I'm knackered but wide awake. There's a faint smell of dirty nappy in the air as I can't quite see where I put that last wet nappy and I'm certain I'll find it when I roll over shortly. I'm so tired this morning and I'd love to go back to sleep, but of course it's that awkward time isn't it? Too early to be up and about, and almost time to be getting on with the day. After all he's going to need a feed again shortly, and if I want the opportunity of looking half decent by a reasonable time, and having everything ready to enjoy a full Saturday out I should probably start now.

But it's a toss up between looking half decent and being really organised, but feeling like a zombie on their final lurch; or looking like crap because I grabbed a couple of hours extra kip and end up rushing around at the last minute.

There is of course the third option which I can see myself hurtling towards which is where I procrastinate for so long that the next feed has arrived without me actually achieving anything of value so I end up disorganised while also looking and feeling like crap.

The third option is the most common, the least wanted, and seemingly unavoidable this morning. My head is full of the things I need to do, things I could do and never have time for during the day, but no, my backside is stuck to the bed and my eyes are wide open.

I'll try again tomorrow.

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