Post One Hundred Sixty Two: Rough morning

So my darling youngest (3-year-old) daughter decides to come into our room this morning . . . at 3:30 this a.m. . . . and ask whether she can go back to her room and play. My youngest has grown quite addicted to her Leapster hand-held game and seems to be playing with it more often than not. At least it's an educational toy (well, the cartridges she plays are anyway).

Regardless, we both have woken up due to the sound of her voice, but I don't stir thinking my wife will handle this appropriately.

"Sure, honey, just go play in your room."

Me: "WHAT?"

Now, I'm giving my wife the benefit of the doubt and going to say she obviously had no idea what time it was and naturally thought that was closer to her typical rise-and-shine time (@ 6:00 a.m.). I [nicely] point out that it is actually 3:30 in the morning, twice as it didn't register the first time. My wife recognizes the problem and valiantly gets up to put the little trouble-maker to bed.

Of course, I never got back to sleep. Having fallen asleep sometime around 11:30 p.m., that gives me a total of 4 hours sleep last night (generously).

I got out of bed at the sound of my 4:50 a.m. alarm to go work out, kind of grouchy, but I did get a good workout in. I then return home, wife still in bed but finally wakes up as I turn on the bathroom light. "I didn't even hear you leave," she says.

Well, at least one of us got back to sleep.

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I am then reminded that I have an eye doctor appointment at 8:00 a.m., which I thought was next week (serves me right for not looking at the calendar yesterday), so I am now in a mad rush to get ready and out the door.