Much to my dismay, sadness, disappointment, etc. I believe I must, at last, admit defeat. I'm fairly certain that Cade's circadian rhythm has finally made the complete adjustment to Daylight Savings Time.
How do I know this, you might ask?
I heard his feet hit the floor at 6:28 Friday morning. On an old pier and beam foundation, you can pretty much hear a thud if someone drops a paper napkin on the floor.
I awoke 2 despised minutes prior to my alarm going off with Cade at the foot of my bed asking if he could get into bed with us. Sure. Because he always falls back to sleep immediately rather than making a million annoying noises with his mouth and attempting to use my semi-sleeping body as resistance to strengthen his legs and arms.
And it's not as if he's going to go back to sleep when I was getting out of bed and heading for the shower.
This morning? It was 7:11 when I heard the boys fighting. It's like waking up to a rooster crowing. You can pretty much count on it coming early. Only it's considerably less pleasant. And if you're thinking that waking up to a crowing rooster is NOT on your list of Pleasant Ways to be Awakened, then you know how much worse it is around our household.
Ah well, Sleeping In and I had a good run. It was glorious while it lasted. Maybe we'll see each other again someday. Until then, I'll be dreaming about it.
One Tired Mama