This morning I was awakened by the Rooster of the family. Since Corbin was little he has never required much sleep. This can be problematic when I want to watch a show, work or anything else at night. It happens to be much worse in the morning when he gets up at 5:30 and decides the rest of the family, dog included need to get out of bed. This was one of those mornings.
C: MOM!!!! MOM!!! MOM!!!!!
What? (whispered in that tone of whisper only a mother can have that says, someone better be dead.)
C: GET UP! GET UP!
C: Because I said so!
Corbin, I suggest if you do not need anything at the moment you go in your room, find a puzzle or a book and either put the puzzle together or read your book.
C: Fine.....ADAM!!! GET UP!!
C: Fine.....Get up mom.
At this point Adam is starting to sleep talk. He is my child, he likes to snuggle in the morning and rest for just a little longer.
A: Go to bed mama, I'm still tired.
That's my boy.
In the mean time I start hearing noises from the bathroom....Seriously? What is he doing now? I'm still tired! It is 6:30 in the morning, a time I wish didn't exist, and I hear plunking noises. Now I know that its not someone breaking in the house in which case I would call Corbin to me lock the doors and call the police. (I have seen one too many horror movies in recent months) I get up to find that Corbin is putting a puzzle together in the bathroom.
What are you doing?
C: You told me to put a puzzle together. There's better light in here...
Okay then....If I could have, I would have crawled back in bed at that moment. Ah, but no once I am fully awake I am awake. Rotten little rooster!