My Single Mom Life

I had to wake up at 7:30 this morning and get Sebastian up so he could be picked up by my sister at 8:15am.
I had set both my alarm clock and my cell phone alarms so that I would get up one way or another.
Apparently, when the alarms went off, I did indeed get up, walked into his room and woke him up, had a conversation with him, went to the bathroom, got a drink, and said I'd be right back.
I don't remember any of that.

What I do remember is being busy making a gift basket for someone.
I had flowers, skin care supplies, candies, drink mixes, and all kinds of other stuff in this gift basket, and all over the counters and tables in my house so I could make more of them.
I guess.

And I didn't come right back either.
I didn't actually "wake-up" until the phone rang at about 8:10am.
My sister was calling to say she'd be picking him up a little bit later.
He's spending the day with her at the house she works at to play with Matthew, the brother of the boy she takes care of.
Both Matthew and Sebastian, have pretty much nothing to do this summer, and they get along really well, so they beg the mom and my sister to be allowed to play a few days a week.
I don't mind it, it gives Sebastian something fun to do, and it allows Mark to just be by himself and do his own thing.

But why is what happened this morning not a good thing?
Because I need to get up at 7:30am tomorrow morning too, for my doc appointment in Tampa.
If I'm in such a deep sleep that I don't really wake up, it's not going to go well.