mornings like these...

Banana was still a groggy ragdoll by 7:45 this morning when I finally got her out of bed. Before that, she was playing a bit of a game, and smiled a little when I'd nudge her or tickle her, telling her it was time to get up. Judging from the way she'd visibly fall back asleep each time—little twitches, deep breathing—it was pretty clear, however, that she could probably have slept for a good, long time. We've had some pretty active days, after all. Unfortunately, my life and job still don't generally afford me the kind of flexibility where I could just let her stay in bed any longer. Of course, I'm also caught by a guilty feeling that I might have sent her to daycamp overtired and maybe under the weather, and the sense that my first instinct should be to make that time rather than fulfilling my duty-bound, Protestant work ethic.