Last time I checked, we live in a neighborhood with a hundred other homes. My backyard has grass, pavers, and a fountain. Nowhere do I see a cow that needs to be milked, chickens that need to be fed, horses that need hay, or crops that need to be tended to. So, why does my son think that he is a farmer and needs to wake up at the butt crack of dawn everyday???? I didn't realize I had a boy who aspires to be a farmer.
Now, I don't necessarily mind when I have to get up early and get ready for work. But, I have one week left of summer vacation, and I would just LOVE to sleep in until 8, at least one day. I know I really shouldn't complain when he does go to bed at 8 at night with no complications or meltdowns and he sleeps through the night. My days of complete rest at night are going to end in 2 months when our new little one arrives. But, it doesn't mean that I still don't long for the days when I could at least lie in bed until 8 or 9 and then mosey on out to start my day. Seeing his face, his smile, and his early morning giggle to help to ease the pain of the 6 AM morning calls.
Sigh........
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