Apparently the ability to sleep in ended sometime around May 15, 2004. Why exactly would I say that date? Well, this was around the time that sleep became impossible in my pregnancy with Thing 1, and has yet to return. While I will be the first one to tell you that I love my life, I do yurn for a Saturday morning when everyone in the house sleeps till at least 745. I realize this is a long time away, as the boys are only 7 and 4.
Hubs is working this weekend, day shift thankfully. The weekends that he works days are very simple. He is up between 430 and 515 for his shift to start at 530. I may or may not get up when he does. This is all determined by him needing to find either socks, underwear, or he needs a new uniform put together. However if I do, then once he leaves, I will turn on The Country Network, which plays country music videos obviously, and snuggle back in my comfy bed and drift off to dream. For all of an hour if I am lucky.
Then my little alarm clock goes off. Well it's not really little. It's a roughly 4 feet tall, 60 pound, blond haired blue eyed boy that calls me mom. Yes that is correct, Thing 2 arises shortly after the sun. All to ask one simple question...Will you fix me some breakfast? Now we go back and forth on this for a bit, me trying to get him to snuggle in with me, him trying to get me out of bed.
I finally get up, and go through my little routine, and manage to feed the starving child all fairly quickly.
Thankfully the weekends that Hubs works are normally early bedtime nights, for him and us. We were all tucked in and half of the house was asleep well before 930 last night. The other half of the house...Thing 2 and yours truly...had a nice little round of jump the bed. He was up till almost midnight. Finally I had to tell him, I am going to sleep, which means you need to also. So not only is the child an early bird, he is a night owl.
So for now I will continue to be tired, as it is a chosen condition, ya know since I wanted kids and all. At least I have most of the day to be productive.
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