I woke up this morning to the sound of Jaclyn telling me she was going to the gym (it was 5:30 AM). Despite being barely conscious, I still recognized how absolutely insane it is to get up for ANYTHING that early in the morning but hey, you do you, Jaclyn.
I woke up AGAIN to the sound of Miles’s whimpering over the baby monitor. I listened for a moment, as I always do, hoping that he would drift back off to sleep. As the fussing continued, I realized that Jaclyn hadn’t asked me to go check on him (as she always does) and gradually remembered that she had said something about going to the gym…what? Hours ago now? Time has no meaning this early in the morning.
I stayed in bed for another couple of minutes, but the crying continued and, surprisingly, suddenly got louder. I got up and walked out into the hall to see that Miles had managed to escape from his bedroom and stood just beyond his door, gazing over at our room and calling for mommy.
Finally, I glanced at the clock. It was just past 6. Earlier than I would’ve liked to wake up, but what are you gonna do.
And so I helped Miles get ready for his day, sitting on the potty, picking out clothes, and getting dressed. By the time we were finished, it was 6:15. STILL earlier than I wanted to wake up. And so we sat in bed, Miles watching some Sesame Street and me struggling with all my might to sleep for just a few more minutes. Truly, it was a fruitless struggle.
Around 7:00, we heard the front door open. “Mommy!” Miles exclaimed as we heard her enter the house.
From outside the room, we heard her voice. “I can’t believe you’re all up and all the lights are on!” she exclaimed.
“Yeah, well…believe it,” I said.