Sunday, May 31, 2009

Dear Big Boy,

Really? You really had to get up before 6am on both days this weekend? And why I ask? You have been around long enough to know I'm not exactly a barrel of sunshine first thing in the morning let alone on Sunday morning. Please child, and I am begging here, learn what it means to enjoy sleep. I swear on all that is holy we are not outside playing with your bubbles or having the circus come through for our own private party after you go to sleep. Honestly kid, it's quite boring around here after you go to bed, just the way I like it.

Just because the sun is creeping up does not mean you have to pop out of bed and instantly run around like you just finished a pot of coffee. Why oh why could you have not inherited my love of sleep. We all know how the rest of the day will play out. Around 3pm I'm going to crash from exhaustion with no relief in sight. Since you stopped napping over two years ago, that isn't an option and I know I won't be offered to go hide in the bedroom or out on the hammock for an hour to close my eyes for a few minutes.

Basically, I'm begging you to please pick at least one day over the weekend to sleep past 8am. I don't think I'm asking much and 8am is still pretty early kid but I'll take what I can get. Please just give it some thought.

Your completely sleep deprived Mother.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm hoping my LO develops a sleep sense that is anywhere near to mine! She's only 13 months but I am dreading the day she can be up and out of her bed and into my room at anything before 7am!!