Every morning in our house is nearly the same. About 7 o’clock my alarm goes off. The alarm is quickly snoozed… 9 more minutes please. When I finally wake up enough to be coherent, I discover that Kristen is generally off jogging somewhere. Before my first snooze alarm, Paul crawls into bed with his blanket and a stuffed animal.
The alarm goes off again. Snoozed. The alarm goes off again. Snoozed. Paul lays quietly in Kristen’s spot while I enjoy the fleeting, alarm interrupted, sleep. This is when Megan bursts through the doors wide awake. Each morning she hits the floor sprinting downstairs. When she sees that all is quiet in mom and dads room, she just jumps in bed and pretends to sleep in the morning light.
A few minutes later and the door opens. "Mommy!" The kids pretend to hide in our bed until Kristen opens the bedroom door. Megan gets snuggles and Paul says "Mommy, what can I eat?" We all chuckle because we know the only reason Paul doesn’t sleep all day is that the boy needs to eat.
Before the alarm goes off the 4th time, the light usually comes on and our day begins.
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