It is hard to wake up in the morning. The past week and a half, when I have been able to get a nice deep sleep- it hasn't been often- it is hard to wake up out of that.

I wake up, do the morning stretch thing and think "What will today brin- OH FUCK. Is it real? It is. Then I wish I was still sleeping.

I cry for Maddie and me, and the rest of my family. I do not cry for my Mom.