DUDE... IT IS 6:45 IN THE MORNING. "oh mom, did I wake you"...
Imagine me doing a mental head slap....
Without fail, he wants 2 pieces of cinnamon toast and a banana shake. Without fail he is eating before we are awake 20 minutes. Without fail he is talking the entire time. Asking me questions I am not awake enough to answer.
This happens to me nearly every single morning. Some few mornings I am shot with nerf darts, or sneaky man creeps up on me while I snooze or I hear large booming noises of a child jumping out of the bed and rolling through the house. Any way he wakes me it is jarring. And without fail he is asking for the same breakfast. And he is ready to go.
And my morning seamlessly goes into the day with loud volumes of silly needs. Our day does not stop. NEVER STOPS.
I often lay in my bed at night and pray for a "normal" morning. I hope for a child who sleeps in and wakes up easy, allowing me to ease into my day. I envy those who have children who sleep soundly into the morning and then ease into their day. I see children who softly wake, enjoy cartoons and leisurely breakfast... and I wish for that. (Be thankful fellow moms who have easy mornings... ). I am blessed instead every morning, like a shot gun start, to being INSTANTLY awakened and demanded to perform mom duties. I am blessed to have a child who wakes up happy and hungry and ready to GO!
As I lay down to sleep tonight, I am doing what I do every night... read and enjoy the quiet... and hope to sleep through the night, to awake in my own time! I lay here knowing I better get to bed... It's going to be a staggering morning fixing cinnamon toast!!
Early to bed... early to rise....