On Monday morning at 3:30 am, Ryan woke us up claiming that he couldn’t sleep. I grouchily fell back to sleep and Grant ended up staying up with him until 4:30 am. Ryan fell asleep on the couch and slept until 5:30 am, at which time, he ran into our room and announced, “Daddy is leaving for work on his motorcycle!”
I was jolted awake, very confused at his announcement.
I realized that Grant was not leaving for work this early, but leaving to go to the track for a jog. Then, I realized something else. That little sh#t has woken me up not once, BUT TWICE!!
“Ryan, what are you doing up? Go back to bed!” I yelled.
He went back to his bed. I grouchily fell back to sleep.
I admit, I am not a morning person. In fact, it’s kind of our running joke. Several years ago, I was reading a cookbook by Suzanne Summers about food combining and in it she describes her husband waking her up by gently tapping on her shoulder with the fruit smoothie that he just made for her. Are you kidding me? First of all who does that? Secondly, Grant and I both know that would be like waking a hibernating bear – going from 0 to attack before he could whisper, “fruit smoothie”.
The next morning in a much better mood after having my coffee, I asked him, “Ryan, why were you up last night? Did you have a nightmare?”
“No Mom. I was so excited. It’s like Christmas all over again!” he exclaimed.
“What? What are talking about?” I asked.
He cleared his throat and said, “We are getting a new kid in class today. His name is Cain. He is in my group and will be sitting right next to me.”
He was all excited about the new kid? I paused for moment because like the Grinch, my heart grew a little at that sweet moment.
Then I said, “Awwwwwwwwwwww, Ryan, that is so nice. He will be so happy to make a friend like you on his first day at a new school.”
Later that day, Ryan told me that his new friend Cain likes Star Wars and Indiana Jones. He then asked me if I was going to help out during his art class this week. When I told him I was he looked at me very concerned and said, “Mom, just please don’t embarrass me.”
Do you remember getting that excited over a new kid?