Sleeping In

After a WHOLE summer of sleeping-in till (dare I admit it???) nearly eleven, we have successfully survived our first three days of getting up at 5:30.  It has not been pretty, mind you.

The first day, we all functioned on adrenaline, and had no problem whatsoever.  I think we were even early to the early bus (6:30), and right on time to the later bus (8:08).  Yes, feel free to congratulate me. 

The second day, I needed to supplement the alarms with a little toe-pulling.  We weren’t quite as early, and my second son fell back to sleep while I was getting my first son to the bus stop.  Thus we kind of finished out the morning in a rush.

This morning, I drug myself out of bed after the second snooze to find that my oldest son must have snoozed too.  Turns out, he took his pillow to the living room to avoid his alarm all together.  Because that’s where I finally found him after I hefted myself up into his loft bed to explore the mound of empty blankets in search of a foot.

So, anyway, my little guy and I were just going over the days of the week. 

I named and pointed to each of the three days the boys had gone to school this week, and then circled Saturday and Sunday.  “Do you know why these days are so special?” I asked, and went on explain, “They are called the weekend and we get to sleep IN!!!!”  At which point I did a giddy dance and song.

He looked at me with only a half a smile, (likely triggered by my near hysteria) and said quizzically, “Sleep in WHAT?”

If you need more laughs, go check out the Friday Funnies at Homesteader’s heart.