One More Hour

Maybe it's just the sleep deprivation, but I find myself thinking this phrase a lot lately.

Just one more hour. It's half whine, half prayer in my mind. Most often it comes at 6:30am when the Boy is whining for his first breakfast of the day. But lately it's been creeping in throughout the day as well.

Though during the day it's more specific...

just one more hour to read.
just one more hour to clean.
just one more hour and I can finish this laundry.
just one more hour of happy baby and I'll think I can totally have another!
just one more hour and I'll call Mom (or Sarah or Whimsy or my sister or the half million other people I owe phone calls to).
just one more hour and I can get to work on that research project.
just one more hour and I'll get those pictures off the camera on and on the computer.
just one more hour and I can finish that editing job.
just one more hour and I can get those post cards ready to mail out.
just one more hour to make cookies.
just one more hour to work out.
just one more hour to write.
just one more hour of nap time and I can play with the poor neglected cats.
just one more hour and I'll get the trash out and the mail and go for a walk.
just one more hour to get the check book balanced.
just one more hour to make dinner.
just one more hour with the Husband before he gets sucked in to homework and I pass out.

But mostly it's just one more hour to sleep...please, baby, Mama needs to sleep.