Tapping Out at 7am

Wake me up when September starts

The other morning started like most others: at 6:45am, I’m awakened to the sound of tiny pounding footsteps across my landing as my three-year-old daughter runs into our bedroom. She comes to my side of the bed, knowing that I’m the one that’ll actually get up and entertain this early morning bullshit.

I pull myself to sitting and, holy fuck, the world i…