MAKING MORNINGS WORTH IT
Until I'm actually up, I don't consider myself a morning person. I'll sleep about as late as I'm allowed, which in the past almost 5 years is rarely past 8:30. But once I'm out of bed - whether by my own will or another's - I'm usually glad to be up and enjoy the morning hours.
This morning I awoke to the pager I'm carrying for work this week (it's on a rotation amongst myself and the other engineers, and we have to respond 24 hours a day if a customer's network goes down). I was out of bed in an instant, and troubleshooting network problems at quarter-till six.
At some point earlier than that, Tobin had ended-up in our bed, between Kristen and I. (The only real problem with him choosing the center space is that he hates the covers - dead of winter or not, he kicks them off immediately - so Kristen and I are in constant battle with him to pull the covers back up to keep us warm.) Tobin luckily stayed asleep while I was working in the family room. I got to a stopping point and grabbed a quick shower to get ready to head into the office for the day. As I was getting dressed, Tobin got out of bed and walked up to me in the bathroom.
"Daddy? I'm 'wake now."
"Oh! ok, why don't you get back in bed with mommy and stay warm."
So he curled back up in the bed and just watched me contently. Then the question that I get every morning,
"Daddy? Why you going to wook?"
"So that you can have food, and toys, and clothed that you never seem to wear."
"Oh. But daddy? Why you going to wook?"
And the loop pretty much continues. Kristen and I will both answer it a half dozen times each. At which point he'll leave the room and start foraging for food or drink. (This morning he brought me the bottle of Grenadine - cherry syrup - to drink. Mmmm, mmmm!)
On a normal morning, I'll get up a little after 7 and read my email, the news, and just wake myself up for the day. Usually Tobin joins me shortly after I'm up, and plops down on the couch next to me. Lately he's requested to watch the Disney movie, Return to Halloweentown, every. single. morning. But if it keeps him content, then that's fine by me.
Anyway, it's so satisfying spending that early morning time with him. He and Blane aren't at each other's throats, he's not trashing the house just yet, and he's just plain a sweet kid to be around. He's so snuggly and loving, and in the quiet morning hours, I couldn't ask for anything else.
This morning I awoke to the pager I'm carrying for work this week (it's on a rotation amongst myself and the other engineers, and we have to respond 24 hours a day if a customer's network goes down). I was out of bed in an instant, and troubleshooting network problems at quarter-till six.
At some point earlier than that, Tobin had ended-up in our bed, between Kristen and I. (The only real problem with him choosing the center space is that he hates the covers - dead of winter or not, he kicks them off immediately - so Kristen and I are in constant battle with him to pull the covers back up to keep us warm.) Tobin luckily stayed asleep while I was working in the family room. I got to a stopping point and grabbed a quick shower to get ready to head into the office for the day. As I was getting dressed, Tobin got out of bed and walked up to me in the bathroom.
"Daddy? I'm 'wake now."
"Oh! ok, why don't you get back in bed with mommy and stay warm."
So he curled back up in the bed and just watched me contently. Then the question that I get every morning,
"Daddy? Why you going to wook?"
"So that you can have food, and toys, and clothed that you never seem to wear."
"Oh. But daddy? Why you going to wook?"
And the loop pretty much continues. Kristen and I will both answer it a half dozen times each. At which point he'll leave the room and start foraging for food or drink. (This morning he brought me the bottle of Grenadine - cherry syrup - to drink. Mmmm, mmmm!)
On a normal morning, I'll get up a little after 7 and read my email, the news, and just wake myself up for the day. Usually Tobin joins me shortly after I'm up, and plops down on the couch next to me. Lately he's requested to watch the Disney movie, Return to Halloweentown, every. single. morning. But if it keeps him content, then that's fine by me.
Anyway, it's so satisfying spending that early morning time with him. He and Blane aren't at each other's throats, he's not trashing the house just yet, and he's just plain a sweet kid to be around. He's so snuggly and loving, and in the quiet morning hours, I couldn't ask for anything else.
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