Sopping Monday

Today mum was awoken by torrential rain, which seemed to subside as she headed out the door.  Once she got down the road though the heavens opened and all the rain soaked her through on the seven minute walk to work.  Luckily she could wear some work scrubs, but when she went to go home her trousers were still soaked, so scrubs had to be worn home.   They are stretched out on the drying rack now trying to get dry for tomorrow.

So mum was pleased that dinner was last nights leftovers, and the relaxing could begin straight away.  She was tired, as sleep still eludes her - for a variety of reasons.  One of the reasons is that now I am a permanent bed buddy.  I climb over her before she goes to sleep, and in the middle of the night she usually awakes to turn off and finds me pinning her into an awkward position on the bed.  Thus the winter tussle to take over the bed begins.  This is the look I give her when she is settling down at night - in my spot.  I believe you might call it a death stare.