Early morning, not so funny.

We've made a few small changes that have had large affects on our lives here in our basement cave. First, we transitioned Tom's crib into a toddler bed. I'm not really sure what possessed me to do this. In my mind maybe I thought this would let the boys play in their bedroom a little longer in the morning before I'd have to come and get them. So really, I did it because I'm lazy and crazy tired in the mornings now that I work crazy hours on the weekends. Whatever the reason may be I did it. The second change, I took the child lock off of the inside of the boys' bedroom door. Now Ben can open the door at his own free will and get up at all times of the day. Again, at the time I thought it was a good idea. Unfortunately it's one of those things that once done you can't go back on. Shucks! Lets just say that I was awoken this morning by at little boy repeatedly flipping my bedroom light switch on and off very quickly at 7:00am. It was the weirdest thing waking up like that. For a second I thought I was 12 years old, and in my bed on Chapman Rd, Claremont CA. Then I realized that it wasn't my mom or an older sibling trying to wake me, it was my cute (almost) 3 year old boy. Then I also had the thought, this is my house and I'm kinda grown up and I should be able to sleep as long as I'd like. But alas, this is not true. Remember when your parents used to feed you that lie, "when you have your own house you can do. . .__________." (You fill in the blank.) I'm here to tell you that your parents as well as mine were lyers. (Sorry mom, I still love you. I mean no offense, but it's true.) If I really could do anything I'd like I'd eat Cap'n Crunch every morning without gaining a pound, sleep in until 9:00am, and have a self-cleaning house.