no. it's really five am

If you were at our house at 4:30am this morning, you would have seen my son, patting the side of my face, (that's right he made it to the bed again) wide awake and wanting to play. I tried to get him back to sleep but he wasn't having it. When I looked up at him and groaned he just smiled his sweet, Hi Mommy, I'm so glad to see you! smile, so I got up and made him oatmeal anyways. He was wide awake and playing at 5am in the livingroom. Me, I just watched him with a stunned expression on my face, repeating in my head... no. it's really five am. I guess that's no earlier than some of you have to get up and go to work so I shouldn't be complaining but it's still hard to deal with. Especially when my job in the mornings consists of diapers, oatmeals, sippy cups and singing upbeat silly songs with a 10 month old.
I haven't been drinking a whole lotta coffee lately. I'm not sure why. It does help wake me up, I think I just pour a cup and get busy, tooling around the house with laundry and dishes and then forget that I have it. Or truthfully, sometimes I get caught up in Regis and Kelly, but that doesn't happen often. In part because I try to limit the time that the little one is exposed to the television, (which effects me too, dang it), but also because it's hard to focus on a TV show with a 10 month old, hanging from the side of your arm, dangling off of the sofa yelling, DADADADADA at the top of his lungs. Eventually I just give up and turn off the TV. And then he gets all of my attention... ah how they train you.