This morning, I woke up and peeked at the clock. 6:58. Too early for me. I closed my eyes, guessing that Wesley would probably sleep for another 30 or 40 minutes.
At 7:00 I thought, ugh, I’m not going to fall back asleep, may as well check my email. I had thirty glorious seconds to myself before Wesley appeared before me.
He only ever gets up early on the days where I should be able to have a little bit of quiet time in the mornings. Like, if I were to get up early to get something done, that’s the day he’d manage to not sleep in. The days where I have to leave for work on time? I’m waking him up at 8:03.
Then he always asks “Is it morningtime?” Which, yes, technically it is. But I just wanted a few minutes to check my email and Twitter without a toy train whistle being volume-tested by my face!
I don’t know. Mostly it’s just baffling that I can be clomping around the house getting ready for work and he’ll sleep through that, but heaven forbid he sleep through my quiet unlocking of my phone.
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