I am getting ready for work when I realize Brooke still wasn't awake.
In a brisk walk of frustration to her room, I open her door and asked her like I do many mornings, "Are you getting up?!"
She said, "Mom, it's Saturday."
Oh my gosh, I have my days confused. I laugh and tell her to go back to sleep and she said, "You know, I heard that walk in my sleep and even though I was sleeping, I was still trying to figure out what day it was before you walked through the door."
My bad.
