Someone needs to teach my Ryan that Saturdays are for sleeping in,
because apparently he's not understanding the words coming out of my mouth....
I don't get it. He was
up until 10:30ish last night...
up at 3:40 a.m. coughing ~ needed a breathing treatment and a dose of cough syrup....
but, never fail, still up and at 'em. bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. at 7:30 this morning.
You're probably thinking, "That's not early, Amy." And you're right.
But the other two sleep in, especially when they've been up so late.
Nathan until 8:30 and Evan until 9:19 this morning. Sensible boys. :)
It's just that I'm tired [literally and figuratively!] of being awakened by
the incessant rolling of the toilet paper roll,
the 52 toilet flushes,
the scraping of the stool across the linoleum floor,
and the tapping on the wall. On the other side of which lies my sleepy head.
Followed inevitably by the
"Get your tired butt out of your warm bed 'Moooom-my, wipe my hieney'" wake-up call.
I guess I'm lamenting the fact that
"one of these kids is doing his own thing...one of these kids is just not the same..."
Or maybe I'm just a tad jealous of my boy's regularity. :)