6 a.m.

I left the house at 6 a.m. again. These long days get to me. I leave before it is light and I get home well after dark.

We ate a late dinner yesterday so that I could spend a few moments with the family. But I tell you, those moments are not enough.

The Boy has taken to jumping in bed the last few nights and not budging. I've not seen him nearly enough and he is fed up. I feel like a bad mommy as I don't want to come home and play video games, I just want to sit in a chair like a lump for an hour and then go to bed. Needless to say, he is unhappy with me. When I call to check in, I can't get a word in edgewise as he is celebrating that I'd even call.

So at 6 a.m. this morning, as I was grabbing my cell to leave for work, I took a grainy dark picture of the two men in my life spralled in exactly the same sleeping pose-proving their relation. And I smiled.

So, here's to hoping your 6 a.m.'s are as sweet.