For the last few weekends, I have been faced with an early morning dilemma. Option One has me waking up at the same ungodly hour as my two sons. I would slowly resurface to consciousness with older Max while younger Miles barks, hoots, and moans a mere five feet away. The downside is that I am up from anywhere between 6 and 7 am... on a Saturday, but at least the boys and I can ease our way into the day together, vegetating in front of The Animal Mechanicals.
Should I do the noble thing and wake up with my children, or opt for Option Two and count on my fantastic wife to wake in my stead and assume parental duties? It would seem that letting Kotomi take one for the team would be a no brainer, but let's just say that I do take another hour and a half to myself in bed. What I eventually wake up to is a frenetic maelstrom of juvenile activity. Both boys are charged up and ready to go and expect me to jump into life without so much as a morning pee and a cup of coffee. Max demands a playmate before I can rub my eyes, and Miles demands my attention by the way he is licking his lips and eyeing the garbage can. The sudden jolt from restive to active is enough to simulate the very worst of hangovers, and I often wonder, every single time I choose Option Two, if I shouldn't just man up, wake up (early), and let my wife sleep in for once.
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