Planning Ahead for the Perfect Family Vacation
Chevy Chase taught us that family vacations can truly go to one extreme or the…
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.