
That is my little Cali who used to crash wherever she was in the afternoons. Yes, even with a sucker in her mouth. The sugar couldn't even help her stay awake. She was tired because she always got up way too early.
The rest of the kids have followed her lead. That is one reason I waited so long to take Ian's crib down. I liked the fact that he would sleep-in because he was penned-in. Now he gets up stumbling around and bleary eyed like the older two.
Natalie who is still running for "favorite child" sleeps. (I am knocking on wood as I type that.)
I only comment on this today because of my morning. I drag my self out of bed to exercise before they all wake up and need anything from me. I creep around in the dark so as not to disturb them and then go work-out in the addition. I like to have at least forty minutes of me-time which translates to "no interruptions."
The problem is that the dawn's early light is getting earlier.
This morning went like this:
10 minutes into the workout- Cali comes to remind me I need to sign up for parent teacher conferences.
15 minutes - Kimi comes to tell me that Cali has taken her favorite stuffed animal. I vow not to stop and tell her to have Cali come talk to me.
20 minutes- I try to give Cali a lecture on kindness while trying to remember to keep breathing.
30 minutes- Cali comes to tell me that Ian has poop all over his hand.
I hit pause.
31 minutes- Back trying to get my heart rate back up.
38 minutes- Listen to yelling and crying coming from the basement. Ignore.
45 minutes- Done. Time to go assemble the troops and be the mom again.
My fear is that I am going to have to start getting up an hour earlier.
Or I could tie them down to their beds.