It’s 4 am, and I know where my son. He is rapidly approaching our bedroom, and as he enters, he says, dad, can you sleep with me for an hour and then we can go downstairs for breakfast. I accept sleeping with him but refused to have breakfast at 5 am. I sleepily turned off the Niko audio monitor, grabbed my phone, Kindle, and drink, and located the cat on Nina’s blanket sleeping and picked him up. I crept sleepily in the dark carrying a lot of things to the door and closed it.
The first thing I put down is Riley cat and then my phone, Kindle, and drink go on a windowsill near the staircase.
Now, I can finally get to back to bed, well Niko’s bed but it used to be our bed. Somebody, unfortunately, was awake and excited and it wasn’t me. So, that meant, no sleeping for me. We did, though, relax under his blankets and had breakfast at 6 am.
The reason he was excited was because my parents were coming over later in the day.
With all that being said, I have nothing else to write, and it’s 6:26 pm and I aiming for a 7:30 bedtime for me. Just so you know, he has been asleep since 6 pm.
