Each and every morning at my house goes something like this;
Alarm finally wakes me, after dinging for 15 minutes.
I hit snooze, multiple times.
Ki comes in to wake me.
Boys wake up and come in to my room demanding breakfast.
Finally I drag my butt out of bed to get them ready for school.
However, one fine morning after going to sleep around one in the morning, I woke up wide awake after a really odd, but life like dream to find that my sons were talking. I glanced over at my video and audio monitor to see that both boys were on top of the bunk bed just hanging out.
I slowly closed my eyes.
Then at 6:38am I hear “I bet you can’t jump off the top bunk bed” and “I can, I not scared” … that would be the five year old son daring the “I have no fear” three year old to jump off of the top bunk bed.
I jump out of bed, suddenly more awake than I was a moment ago.
Pressing the microphone button on the audio & video monitor I inform the boys that they best not jump off of that bed and that I am coming down to get them. Of course my morning scratchy voice makes them think that Daddy is coming because apparently I sound like a man in the morning.
The boys start laughing, saying “daddy is coming, quick jump off the bed”.
I race down the stairs trying not to slip down them in my slipper socks and am yelling that they best not dare jump off of that bed and that I am coming. I walk into their room to find that they want to leap, without notice, off of top bunk bed into my arms.
If that doesn’t wake a parent up, I don’t know what else would. I love my boys, but in all honesty, I was not prepared for the things that happen while raising these little boys.