Chloe woke up at FIVE THIRTY this morning. And it was not a Quiet-Peaceful-Zen wake up. It was a Screaming-At-The-Top-of -Her-Lungs wake up. I am praying, which I rarely do (unless I think myself or someone else I love could be dying) that she sleeps until at least 7am tomorrow.
Let's have a moment of slience.