I was going to allow myself the luxury of sleeping in, until I could no longer.

(Truthfully, I was going to sleep in until one of my children woke me up to help them wipe their bottom or change their diaper. ‘Cause let’s face it - sleeping in doesn’t really exist for mothers.)

I made it all the way to 7 a.m. when Titus began begging for a “warm baba” and needed a diaper change. I stumbled downstairs to attend to him and then decided to retreat to my bedroom once again. I was surprised when the next time I opened my eyes, the clock read 9:30 a.m.

I had fallen back asleep hard. So very hard……

It was a particularly dense weekend. And I woke up Monday morning feeling every one of the five services I had attended. My head was splitting and my hair was still full of the hairspray that I had used to keep my curls intact from the day before.

I looked rough and felt rougher and that’s when I discovered them……