When Oskar wakes up in the morning, shrieking of joy and excitement at the new day ahead, my first thought is: “Please let it be at least six o’clock.” My second thought is: “Please don’t let him wake the other two kids up.”
I’m not sure who I’m discussing this with in my head, but today s/he decided “Nope and nope. It’s 5:15 and say hello to your other kids”.
I sent Molly and Benny back to bed, but I knew it was hopeless. They “couldn’t sleep” because they “decided to sleep in Benny’s bed because it’s warmer (?) and Benny kept turning and licking his hands (?!)”.
I feel sorry for their teachers today. And I’m too tired to feel sorry for myself.