Early Bird Gets What?!

Did you know that we were awake, fed, showered, dressed and out the door yesterday by *9am* ??

Do you realize how big of a deal that is?!

We didn't have any urgent appointments to attend. No one was getting married. We weren't traveling anywhere with a deadline.

So why were we so productive, you might ask?

Oh yea -- we have kids who have decided that sleep ... is for sissies! The teeniest of babies and the old and decrepit. No one in between. Including, but not limited to, snotty-nosed one year-old's, mouthy three year-old's, or either of their parents.

Granted, M. and I were awake by 530am today. (Which is sleeping in for me, Hooray!!)

But we tend to enjoy our quiet-ish mornings sans children. It's about the only time of day that we can be guaranteed the remote without demands of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse or Jake and the Neverland Pirates. [Since we don't allow Spongebob in our house, we don't have to worry about that other kids channel, either!]

This past week or so? Those quiet mornings have gotten shorter and shorter.

S. has been waking up looooooong before the sun starts to shine. Peeing in her bathroom. Then walking through to the playroom, who's doors open into the livingroom, and laying on the floor, peeking under the crack.

Until I notice.

And proceed to put her little butt back in bed.

No child of mine shall awaken before 7, I say! 

At least ... that's the way I'd like it. Especially since up until a week ago, she was sleeping in until about 8 or 830am. Not "sneaking" around.

I'm not sure what's gotten into her. Maybe she has a stash of sugary goodness under her mattress that I have yet to discover. And she consumes it at the darkest hours of the night, keeping her awake forever until she hears other beings in the other room that she can spy on.

Or something like that.

Either way, I'm hoping that daylight savings will cure some of this. That the sun rising just a little bit later in the day will reset her clock. Or at least trick her into thinking its earlier than it really is. That it's too early for her little eyes to open.

And then I can resume my regular scheduled mornings of quiet.