I instructed my children to sleep in today.
Soccer season is over.
No stake meetings, no SATs.
My exact words were:
"If you sleep past 9, you get homemade french toast for breakfast!
If you're up before that, you're on your own."
I felt confident that the majority of the rest of us were looking forward to a lengthy morning in bed, and some nice warm french toast as a reward.
Mr. W., poor morning person that he is, had to work. So he was out the door by 5:30.
I, have no problem rolling over and going back to sleep.
BUT, when the 4-year-old is awakened by the 5:30 feet,
my dreams of a sleep-in started to fade.
After years of experience, I know that when a 4-year-old is awake, he is awake.
No coaxing his body back to sleep.
It only took a few minutes of him in my bed,
and I devised a plan.
"Hey," I said.
"How about I take you downstairs so you can be with the PBS kids while I go back to bed?
But the tricky part is, you have to BE.REALLY.QUIET. tiptoe! and whisper! because everyone else is asleep."
He bought it.
I didn't get to sleep until 9, but I did get an extra hour and a half. And when I came back downstairs to check on Mr. M, I found him sitting in the bean bag about 12 inches from the tv with an open box of bran flakes in his lap. Nobody else. Sweet! I was happy with our agreement, and the fact that I was actually able to go back to sleep. I was SO happy, in fact, that I offered him some nice french toast.
"Nope." he said.
"I'm having these."
I guess he was on his own.
An agreement is an agreement, after all.
The rest straggled down after 9, and breakfast was the reward.