Early Bird

We've been up since 5:20. I'm not a morning person. I'm a sleep-until-it-is-nearly-the-afternoon person. Granted when I worked I had to be up bright and early, but I had about 90 minutes to myself before I had to interact with anyone. I had time to slowly wake-up, drink coffee and listen to NPR on my way to work. Now, when I hear a little voice call out "mama" from the other room, there is no snooze button. He is ready to get up and start his day. On mornings when he wakes up before seven, I bring him back to bed with me in hopes that he will doze a little longer. I have pleaded with him, rubbed his back, taught him "cuddle and cozy," offered him hundreds of dollars, and even said a few choice words under my breath. All of these are lost on him because he quickly slides down the side of bed, heads towards the door and urges me to "come-on." On these extra early days, I make pancakes or waffles as a way to compensate for the fact that is still dark. Today I attempted French toast. Maybe tomorrow he'll snuggle for an extra few minutes...