It is 7:57am and I'm laying awake in bed wondering when it will happen... Somehow the terrorist, I mean toddler, is still asleep. Though I have been awake for hours thanks to insomnia coupled with my husbands alarm at 2:45am so he could watch the EuroCup semifinals {and then his return to bed sometime after 5am}, I am relishing every precious minute the toddler continues to sleep. Not because I don't want to see his precious little face, because I do, but because every passing minute that he sleeps is one less minute that I have to entertain him!
At 7:58am, it happens... a whiny wail escapes from the toddlers room. I let out a groan and roll out of bed thinking, "What on earth am I going to do to keep him entertained for the next 12 hours?"
I once read somewhere that we should always greet our children with a smile and a "good morning" because, after all, isn't this how we all would like to wake up? So I muster a smile on my weary face and open his door with a chipper "Good morning sweetheart!" as is my daily custom. And thus begins another exhausting day, sure to be full of joy and frustration, laughter, smiles, a few tears, and precious moments I can never get back with the littlest love of my life.
PS. Dearest Toddler, Hasn't anyone told you that mommies would prefer to be woken with a smile and a "good morning" rather than a whiny wail? I'm just saying...
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