If only my kids would sleep until sunrise, I would be such a happy man. It sounds like such a luxury – being able to stay in bed until the sun is actually up (which at this time of year would be about 7:00am.) I might even classify it as a pipe dream, something others can achieve, but not me.
Today, Luke woke up at 5:45am, and it felt like a victory, albeit a minor one, but a victory nonetheless. Party because he had slept through the night.
I never thought that I would consider “sleeping in” until almost 6:00am on a Saturday a good thing. But hey, it is what it is.
Charlotte woke up at about the same time, and we (by we, I mean Karen) brought them back to our bed in the hopes of everyone getting some additional sleep, which is virtually a lost cause with Luke in the bed.
He’ll struggle to get comfortable for about five to ten minutes, a process that usually involves several smacks to my face and some kicks (often to the groin area), followed by pleas of “down… down…” as he climbs over me (more smacks to my face) to the edge of the bed and lowers himself to the floor. Today, probably picking up on cues from her parents, Charlotte kindly informed her little brother, “But Luke, the sun isn’t even up yet.” For some reason, he just doesn’t seem to care.
Once on the floor, he’ll often wander in the dark for a couple of minutes, check himself out in the mirror (again, in the dark), and then come back to the bed, pleading “Up…. Up…” as he prods and tries to pull me out of bed.
At which point, Charlotte (clearly awake for the day as well) cheerfully says, “Luke, don’t forget to make us breakfast.”
And so the day begins.
I hope you enjoyed today’s serving of “mac & cheese” (and that you got to sleep in a little later than I did today.)
