Dawning
I awake this morning to the sounds of Ember still playing in her room as she was when I went to sleep the night before. She must have heard my alarm, because she comes into my room to investigate.
"Good morning," I say.
She looks puzzled. "Is it getting dark outside?" she asks.
"No, it's getting light outside," I answer, "The sun is coming up."
A look of shock passes over her face. "But I didn't go to sleep!"
"Nope," I say, cheerfully, "you stayed up all night."
She looks concerned. "I think I'm gonna go in my room and rest a little."
"No, it's time to get up and have breakfast. You've got a big day ahead of you."
And with that, the circle of life turned once again, and my daughter learned what sort of sympathy one can expect from a well-rested parent when you've decided the night before that bedtimes are for chumps.
To her credit, she gave it a valiant effort, collapsing only about 30 seconds short of getting any breakfast.
"Good morning," I say.
She looks puzzled. "Is it getting dark outside?" she asks.
"No, it's getting light outside," I answer, "The sun is coming up."
A look of shock passes over her face. "But I didn't go to sleep!"
"Nope," I say, cheerfully, "you stayed up all night."
She looks concerned. "I think I'm gonna go in my room and rest a little."
"No, it's time to get up and have breakfast. You've got a big day ahead of you."
And with that, the circle of life turned once again, and my daughter learned what sort of sympathy one can expect from a well-rested parent when you've decided the night before that bedtimes are for chumps.
To her credit, she gave it a valiant effort, collapsing only about 30 seconds short of getting any breakfast.
1 Comments:
Ah, how well I know the dearth of sympathy that lies within the twisted depths of the elder brother's humor. Luckily she inherited Liz's ability to sleep like a rock, where and when necessary. Lucky!
As to why she is not going to bed on time...are you wearing her out sufficiently? She needs some runnin' around, methinks.
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