Now that school is starting next week, I have to get the kids on some sort of sleeping schedule. I really have enjoyed them staying up until midnight and sleeping in until 9 or 10am. This allows me to wake up around 8 am, drink coffee and read the paper. In. Total. Peace.
Bubby approached me yesterday and said that he really missed our times in the morning together. Would I mind if he woke me up after his 5:30am run so that we could drink coffee and read the paper together? "Sure" I said. I thought that maybe I need to start getting up earlier anyway since in about a week, my new time to get up will be 6am.
I am woken up this morning by an ice-cold hand on my back. Bubby has been running and his hands are freezing. "Wake up!" he says and then he hops in the shower.
I go downstairs to find two children, already awake and whining that they are hungry. "That's okay," I thought "at least I'll have some time with Bubby before he leaves for work."
Twenty minutes later after listening to the whining children and getting interrupted mid-sentence every 3.2 seconds while I am reading the newspaper, Bubby flies down the stairs and makes his entrance.
"Got to go hon." (Insert smoochy here)
"I have meetings all day. My first one starts at 8."
If Bubby wakes me up tomorrow. I keeeeel him.