Oh, you might think that I’ve already given up. But you’d be wrong. The early sound of my ipod alarm did it’s job, and I was ready. I was up for half an hour when the new routine went awry.
Is that a truck pulling into my driveway? What’?! The roofing guys are here this early? Loud laughter. Shouts. Ladders bumping. Emma’s awake. Ahhhhh!
So much for new routines. I’m typing this while I try to read a book to Emma. My wife has moved from our bedroom to the guest room at the other end of the house, away from the banging and thumping above. Hold on…Emma wants a hug…
Later. Breakfast must be served.
(P.S. I am very glad these guys are going to fix the roof — it is in bad shape.)
