Morning

I'm more of a night person.

Mornings are a necessary evil. When I was in school I'd get up at the absolute last possible moment to ensure that every last comfy doze was taken. It was mine, all mine. During summer vacations I'd try to sleep in 'til 10 or 11, but usually aroung 10am my mother would send a gang of 3 year olds to attack me if I was still asleep. (My Mom ran a daycare centre in our home during the 80's)

Sometimes they'd catch me unaware. Anyone with a child who likes to jump on them while they're asleep? Multiply that by 4 and you'll know what it was like. I'm surprised sometimes that they didn't do any permanent damage.

Sometimes I'd lay in wait and at the last moment play-wrestle them all until the last one screamed: "GIVE GIVE GIVE" and then the other three would take that opportunity to attack me again. It was fun.

But Saturday morning was all about the sleep in. Even when my girlfriend became my roommate and then my fiancee and then my wife, Saturday morning was STILL about the sleep in. I infected her.

So what's changed? One word: Kids. They don't get it. Someone should tell them that when they're older they'll appreciate the extra sleepy time. Does my youngest 4 month old understand when I quite reasonably request that she go back to sleep?

"GA!" Followed by some excited gurgling when she realizes she has an audience. I have to get her away from the bedrooms so that Rue and Boo can still sleep. Somebody should get to keep the Saturday sleep-in.

Maybe I'll blog something.