Gypsy Mama conducts Five Minute Fridays on her blog, you guessed it, every Friday. It means stop drop and write for five minutes simply for the joy of writing. Hopefully without any editing and (fingers crossed) no interruptions. The topic of the day: Awake.
I was awake at 6:04am this morning. Not because I wanted to be, mind you. I was summoned from my sweet slumber by a sweet little 5 year old whispering, "Hey. Hey, mom. It's me. A-N-D-Y. Where's dad?" He was awake and wanted some company. Usually the eldest child is awake by now and they normally begin a quiet yet mysterious game in one of their rooms known as the Cars 2 Thing. But Luke was not awake yet and Andy couldn't find the next early riser, so he was bold enough to try and wake me up. I do not like to wake up. In my ideal world, everyone would sleep until 7. That seems to be the magic hour in which I rise and sort of shine. I tried to distract him and sent him on a mission to find his dad. Unbeknownst to me, Andy already woke him up much, much earlier with a wet bed. I think it is an unwritten rule in our parenting playbook that if you got up once in the middle of the night to help with a wet bed, then you are immediately off the hook and the other parent has to get up with the early riser(s). We've never discussed this but I'm fairly certain this is how it works. Andy knew I did not want to get out of bed, so he began to wiggle incessantly. Thus I abandoned all hope of going back to sleep and stumbled out of bed, stifling my growls and shuffled after him to make breakfast. Half awake, whether I liked it or not.