Before we put Bub to bed last night, we asked him to take off his sheets in the morning. No, what we said was, “Take the sheets off of your bed when you wake up.” Which explains how I came to be putting clean sheets on his bed at 1:00am. Next time we’ll be more specific.
Just as I was tucking him back into his crisp, clean sheets, the dog poked his cone-encircled face into the doorway with a look that can only mean one thing. Which explains how I came to find myself standing at the back door hissing at the dog to hurry up already. He completely ignored me, and continued his patented tour of all of the best spots on the grass.
All of this excitement meant that Bub was still wide awake when I was ready to start sleep 2.0. I grabbed my pillow, planning to lay down with him for a few minutes, rather than fight with him about going back to sleep. Which explains how I came to find myself waking up for the day, still in his room, at 6:30am.
Sometimes the universe knows when you’re coming off of a holiday weekend, and you didn’t have a true Monday.