I have fully accepted that sleep deprivation is a normal part of my life as a parent. Joey and I rarely wake up in the morning alone in an empty bed. Our children are early risers like we are. It always amazes me how they know the difference between the weekend and the weekdays. On weekdays, they like to lay around in bed and sometimes we have to go in and wake them up so they'll have enough time to eat breakfast and get ready for school. On weekends, they are up with the birds and raring to go!
This past Saturday, Joey had a little heart to heart with Buddy. He encouraged him to go ahead and get dressed if he woke up before us on Sunday and to turn on his lights and play or read books in his room. Sure enough, on Sunday morning, he popped his head in to check on us at ten to 6 and he was already fully clothed. He promptly turned around and kept himself company in his room until about 6:30 or 7!
On Monday morning, the same thing happened. He got himself up, dressed for school and was reading books and quietly playing in his room. It was quite a treat to not have to nag him to get dressed for school and so our morning went relatively smoothly for a Monday. Incidentally, Ella slept till after 7 am this same morning! She had to go down to put Buddy on his school bus in her nightie.
I should have known not to get used to this. Too much of a good thing. Last night, I rolled over to find Buddy standing by my bed fully dressed for school at 12:20 am! I'm not sure what told me it wasn't ten to 6 like the previous days. Just intuition I suppose. So, in the middle of the night last night, I was up tucking Buddy into bed again. It took him (and me) a little while to go back to sleep. In fact, he came in to fall asleep in our bed while I was laying awake composing this post in my head.
This morning Joey and I decided that the hard part of having baby number 3 may not be the baby. It quite possibly will be juggling all the little bodies in and out of our bed at their various sleep times in the middle of the night.