Saturday morning, at 7 a.m., Jedi storms into my room declaring it’s time to get up. I’m initially perplexed, groggily so, since he never gets up that early on purpose. I glare at him through one eye half open and tell him to go back to bed.
He refuses. We get up.
It’s not that I normally get to sleep in much later, but I’m up when Abby and Buzz wake up. And on this day, they were still snoozing peacefully until Jedi stomped around and woke us all.
As I stumbled throughout that day, the main thing that got me through was that I could sleep in on Sunday. At least past 7 a.m., anyway. And I did, until 8. At that time my daughter tapped me on the shoulder.
“Wake up, Mommy”, she whined heartily. I glare at her through one eye half open and try to coax her back to bed.
When she exclaims, “But you’ve been sleeping for 5 days!”.
You almost have to admire her flair the fantastically, comically exaggerated.