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The cell phone alarm chimed at 6 a.m. I can never seem to locate my cell phone at 6 a.m. It’s like at some point during the night, the phone fairy comes into my room and moves it – like a chess pawn.
Finally, I find the source of my annoyance and slapped it, “SNOOZE.”
Ah, 8 more minutes of blissful sleep. Wonderful.
But then 6:08 a.m. rolled around. It was time to wake the sleeping bear.
There once was a time when I could not wait to wake up my pre-teen son for all of the hell he put me through as a newborn, toddler and preschooler. The countless hours of wakefulness during the middle of the night. The days of him deciding he was simply done with naps. The nights when he just wasn’t tired and insisted on staying up, “Just five more minutes, PLEASE!?”
Walking him back…
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