Monkey hates to sleep. HATES it. NEEDS it. And still hates it.
He also hates to get up in the morning.
So early bedtimes are a must in my world. Whether he wants them or not...
Currently, I am going into my slam busy time at work. Thankfully, I am less slammed this year than I have been in past years at this time, but slammed nonetheless. So a tired boy on Sunday = an early bedtime.
As we wound down & crawled in for our bedtime snuggles... J's eyes spotted the neighbor girls outside playing.
Granted it was 6:35, an hour before any normal best case bedtime.
Oh my... I thought we were going to lose our mind. He waited a few minutes, and looked again - thankfully the 5 year old next door was not visible. So he only saw the two 4 year olds from across the street. To which he replied... They were lucky they didn't have school in the morning.
And with the *knowledge* of the 5 year not being seen, therefore must have also been called in for bedtime, J was peacefully and blissfully asleep by 7:05pm.
When I woke him up this morning at 6:15, he did not have to be drug out of bed. He hopped out ready to start the day.
And that is such a sweet blessing to start my 12 consecutive day work week, I'm just going to be thankful for small blessings.