Tennessee was on an early bird streak. There where things going on at 4:00 am that he just had to attend too. It doesn't seem to matter how early I go to bed, before 6:00 am is just too early for me. I went along with things for a couple of weeks. Until I started getting kind of paranoid from lack of sleep. This how I know things have gone to far. I start thinking my friends are all out to get me. I woke up one morning this weekend knowing that I was alllll done waking up at before the paper is delivered. I think kids know when you are serious/homicidal. They can feel it.
Over the weekend, Sunday to be exact, (after suffering two weeks of the two sizes too small scalp headache I get without enough sleep) I woke at 4:30 to the sounds of my little hero singing Old MacDonald into the baby monitor. I waited for a while to see if he would, by some miracle, go back to sleep. He did not. He got louder. His sister sleeps in the room next to him. I am crabby if I don't get enough sleep. Lucy is bionic crabby if she doesn't get her 9-10 hours. To save myself a day of crabby kindergartner, I crept upstairs. I was so mad at him. So mad and so tired. After my coffee, and his breakfast (two bowls of cereal, half a bagel with cream cheese and two hard boiled eggs) I explained that he had to start being quiet in the morning.
Maybe it was my morning breath that convinced him. Or it could have been the dead look in my sleep deprived eyes, but he spent the rest of the day talking about being "quiet like a mouse in the morning". Sure enough, the next morning I heard him rustle around for a while, then whisper a few bars of Row Row Your Boat, then snoring. Success! For now...
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