I’m officially on Thanksgiving Break as of this evening. I don’t know how much of a break it will be–there’s a worker coming to fix some water damage tomorrow morning, we have shopping to do tomorrow afternoon, and we are heading north for a good part of the weekend. *But* no part of the weekend will entail waking and shuttling the entire family out of the house by 7:30am, and for that, I am grateful. And, that omission alone qualifies the next five days as a break of sorts.
Instead, we (or at least me, and Junior) will be up at the crack of dawn with no place to go. He’s entered the, “Hey! I’ve slept for a few hours and now I’m raring to go! Get up! No, I mean it–get up!” phase, where wake up time can be anytime after 4am.t If I resist, he makes a point of finding the loudest toy he can to demonstrate how serious he is about starting the day. He signs for his milk with a fervor, sometimes leading us to the fridge in case we’ve forgotten where we keep it.These are 1-2 pots of coffee mornings, when 10am feels like noon, noon feels like 4pm, and 4pm–can we go to bed now, please, sort of days.
Maybe I’ll post more then…………….