I wake to the sound of a garbage truck, indicating it’s either Monday or Thursday.

“Did I put the trash out last night?”, I think to my sleepy self.

“Yes, that’s right, I put it out along with the recyclables, I’m good.’

It sucks when I hear the truck coming down the road and remember that I forgot to put out the barrels the night before.

So, I woke up on our fake oriental rug on the living room floor with our three year old son. He likes to sleep on the living room floor for some reason. He calls it “My big bedroom”. He likes me to rub his feet, legs or arms as he falls…