..you’ve been up since 5:30am.
Yeah, you see my hand? Yeah, that would be me. I’ve been up since then, yup.
I was woken up to a panicked child squished up against my bed, looking up at me, “Mom, Mom. I know it’s 5:30am, but the light in my room won’t work.”
Coffee fiend - “Is it just your room, or the whole house hunny?”
Son - “It’s just my room. The rest of the house is fine. You know I don’t care about the rest of the house.” (he was also still half asleep)
Coffee fiend - “Ok, I’ll get the light bulbs.”
Son – “HERE.” *shoves light bulbs at me*
Coffee fiend – “Hunny?”
Son – “Yes mom?”
Coffee fiend – “Please wait till after I’ve put on my glasses to start shoving things at me, ok?”
Son – “I’m sorry mom. I just hate it when the light in there is out. It should knock that off.”
Coffee fiend - “I know hunny. I’ll give it a good talkin’ to, don’t you worry.”
Son – *giggles*
Now, before you all start screamin “send him back to bed, it’s 5:30am, it’s not a big deal..bla bla!..” – ohhh but it is. There are a few things my son just cannot handle, and the light not working in his room is definitely one of them. There’s no way my child would go back to sleep knowing the light doesn’t work. No. Way. It has nothing to do with the darkness. He’s not scared of the dark. He doesn’t even really use the light in there often. It just has to be in functioning order when he wants it. Why? Because he got his momma’s quirkiness, lol.
Soooo yeah, by 6am I had already challenged how many coffee-fiending-monsters it takes to change a light bulb, and made Cinnamon buns.
Hope you are all full of coffee this morning. I know I am. whooooo….