By Heather O.
This conversation happened at 5 am.
J: MOM! MOM!
Me: Wha, huh, what?
J: Do you know what the best thing is for your body?
Me: (trying to pretend not to be there) What?
J: Lots and lots and lots of sleep!
Me: (thinking, Yeah, I know.) Umhm
J: And do you know how to get lots and lots and lots of sleep?
Me: (I swear it took all my might and strength not to say to my offspring, ‘Sell you to the zoo so you don’t wake me up before 6am?) Mmhm?
J: You sleep at NIGHT! Wahhhhaahhaa!
Then the child proceeded to climb into my bed, from which my husband immediately evacuated, and began his best imitation of an octopus. Every 10 minutes he would ask, “Mom, is it morning?” interspersed with queries about Christmas and what day it was going to be today. Tears resulted in both reports that Christmas was about 30 days away, and that today was Sunday.
I am actually not feeling very up to snuff today, so I sent my family off to worship without me. And my last thought as they left and J was crying because he had to wear church shoes was, “Sucks to be HIS primary teacher.”
And now, I’m going to follow my son’s advice about what is best for your body.
I’m going back to bed.
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