Confessions of a sleepy mom

It's no secret that I am a lover of sleep. It's almost funny that the Lord has blessed me with a child who appears to need none. I posted before (click here) about our clock rituals for Thad, which have been a saving grace for me. As of late, I can't seem to shake the grumps at 7AM. Last night, I had an idea...

Thad loves the feeling of independence. Being the boss. Running the show. Ok, you get the picture. He also has a pretty predictable morning routine. I decided to use that to my advantage. I set up the proposition as I was tucking him in last night.

Hey Thad, wanna try a really cool big boy thing when you wake up in the morning?!

Sure Mom!

Ok, here's the deal. I'm gonna make your chocolate milk and brother's juice and put it in the fridge tonight. Before I go to bed, I'll set the TV to ___________ (an unnamed, appropriate kids channel). When you wake up, you and brother can camp out in the den and let Mom get a little more rest. It'll help me be sweeter in the morning for sure! Whatcha think?

Ok Mom. Sounds good!

With only a small interruption from Hudson, all went as planned! They quietly hung out and let Mommy rest - beautiful! I indeed woke more cheery and feeling more refreshed. This may become a Saturday morning ritual.