bright and early

 Belac 9/11

Third night in a row, I got Jake up after an hour of sleeping. This time I had to drag him. He kept resisting and burying himself in the covers. Every time I got his legs over the side of the bed to pull him up, he managed to get himself back in bed. Jake! You gotta help me out here! Come on!

We did our little spiel as I stood with him in the bathroom. A drink of water. A quick leak. A few words from me that he probably couldn't hear, and then he was back under the covers and gone for the night. It's brilliant, actually, if this is all it takes. Interrupting his sleep cycle so he can get better sleep.

This morning, Jake asked to finish the left over steak from the other night. Really? But I'm already making you turkey bacon! Really, mom, I'll eat it all.

Hey, Mom! I later heard him call. Jake was already outside with his backpack on. He didn't have to be at school for another 45 minutes but was ready to get going. Are we all walking together?

Sure! I grabbed my keys. We'll drop Belac off first. How sweet that he wanted to walk with us, today, even if it meant being super early to school. Or maybe he just likes school this year and wants to be there?

Belac, I heard him say, go get your backpack on, we're leaving!

And with that, we were off.