It's 4:30 a.m. on a Tuesday
It doesn't get much worse than this
These were the wholly appropriate song lyrics in my head as I woke up at 4am sandwiched between Meredith and Tim (with a barnacle Stella), blinding pain in my back, my legs.
The pain ran me out of bed this morning, but fretfulness kept me awake.
So tired of hurting.
So much on my mind.
With five hours of sleep, four advil, three cups of coffee in me... I'm going to wake my three loves and get ready to face the day.