Sunday night Henry and I were talking about going to school and getting up in the morning to get ready. He said, "I'm going to sleep in.  Yes.  I will." and I thought, "yeah right, Mr. I'll Get Up At 5:30 Even If Nobody Else Is Awake Yet."  Sure enough, yesterday I had to wake him up and this morning, even though he crawled in bed with me at 4 a.m., he fell back asleep until I woke him up at 6:30.  Usually when he falls back asleep with me, he wakes up when I wake up so I was sure to see his smiling face when I was in the shower at 5:45 but nope, not today.  When I finally did wake him up today he said, "Oh.  Is it morning?  I think I'll sleep for another minute."  Really?  Already?  I thought I wouldn't have to deal with this until he was a little older.  Like a teenager. 

Here's what I realized after one full day of day care and two days of getting ready to be out the door by 7 a.m., this single parent thing is for the birds.  It takes careful coordination and planning and timing things just right and bribes.  Lots of bribes.  You don't want to sit on the potty and throw a whiz this morning?  No muffins for the car ride!  You don't want to wear underwear?  No muffins for you!  You don't want to tell your teacher when you have to drop a deucey?  Well, that has nothing to do with muffins, you'll just have poopy pants.  We did get out the door on time, after peeing and wearing underwear.

Today, anyway.  We'll see what happens the rest of the week...

I have to go shopping for more muffins.