This is what I look like before I have my morning hot chocolate. Purdy, huh?

The past two mornings, Hola has awakened at 5:30am. For the life of us, we can’t get him to go back to sleep. So, one of us gives up after a good long, LOUD struggle and brings him to our bed for that 10 minute chill before one of us gets up, so the other one can have their weekend sleep in session. (which I am sure is part of the problem, he knowing he can come to bed with us, but those 10 minutes mean EVERYTHING!)

Today was my morning to get up.

What makes matters worse is he takes a 3 hour nap in the early afternoon, to make up for being so dang tired from being up SO DARN EARLY. Clearly, we could wake him up earlier to see if that would shift things, but who wants to do that?

NOT ME.

So, at 6:10a.m., Hola and I made our way down the hall, stopping at Rt’s room to tell him to go back to bed. (He had the light on in his room after using the potty.) If I was going to be up this early, I only wanted to deal with one kid. I know, I know, such a meany.)

Usually I turn on the tube while Hola and I take in the early morn with some Sportscenter or something else mild like a cooking show. Today, I decided to keep the tv off and hoped by being in the pitch black, we might have a little more down time.

And we did.

He nodded off, I nodded off till about 7am. I cannot TELL YOU what a difference that makes for me. I just might make it through the day at this rate! And just maybe this extra morning cat nap will shift him enough to sleep past 6am tomorrow. Hey, while I am at it I am going to hope for SEVEN AM.

Hey, we were there once. A girl can dream….

e