All three of my boys are early risers. This genetic material was not passed through my DNA. I am now an early riser by default, against my will, kicking and screaming, and moaning and complaining. Last night Reid fell asleep in the car at 5:30 on the way home and after attempting to wake him for dinner, bath and play I ended up popping him into bed. Ryan then asked, “If I go to bed early, can I get up earlier?” Great, the early riser gene runs tandem to the insanity gene. Ryan followed it up by the nostalgic statement, “Mom, remember when I was much younger, like 5, and I slept in soooo late to 7?” “Yes pumpkin, that was an amazing day…” I do remember, it was amazing although I was half-crazed with worry about him from 5:45 until 7, but at least I was in bed. Blog-Stedman is all for early rising and replies, “at least they won’t be lazy, laying in bed all day” (that is NOT a direct quote if I did not use the proper tense/usage of the word lay vs. lie–blog-Stedman would use it properly, but I am too lazy to wikipedia it). I am all in favor of raising perky, productive citizens, but until my kids are using those early hours to day trade on the Tokyo Stock Exchange, can’t I stay cozy in bed until…say…Oh, this is a crazy dream…Oh, the heaven of it…6:30 am?
If you need something more then joining me in coffee to wake up, please read the amazing adventures of Holiday Dog which still has me giddy. Later, lets all get together and get the Holiday Dog tattoo!