Exhaustion

Dear son has today and Monday off from school. Excitedly, I turned the alarm off on the alarm clock last night so “we” could sleep in. It doesn’t happen very often. In anticipation for the big event (This is big once you have kids; who knew?), I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning and finally went to bed after 2 a.m. I have always been more of a night person so this suits me just fine.

Dear son however, had other ideas. His idea of a really great day starts at 4 a.m. or sometime thereafter. He does not care if the sun comes up first. I do. Today, he decided that “we” should get up early. He started at 4:30 or so doing anything he can to wake me up. I kept calling out to him asking if everything is all right, as if he would answer. He has no language however in the midst of a great sleep, I have no recollection. I got up to see if he needed to be changed. No such luck. He fussed some more. I got up and rolled him on the other side. No such luck. This went on and on for some time.

Finally, I did a really bad thing. I turned on the television and used it as a babysitter so I could sleep five more minutes. It didn’t work. Why is it that every extra minute of sleep makes a difference when you have to get up in the morning but going to bed five minutes earlier doesn’t seem to matter?

I finally got up, kissed him on the cheek, said good morning, and proceeded to get his medicines ready and get his breakfast. I came back in the room and he had fallen asleep.

Kids! You have to love them!