Early morning - sometime before dawn. My dreams are suddenly disturbed by my son's small hand patting me on the back.  I open an eye and roll over.  He climbs in bed with me, snuggles down in the covers and then asks me for some "juish please."

I pat his back and mumble, "ok" and fall back asleep.   A few minutes later I am awakened from dreamland once again with "Mommy, where's my juish?" I groan and then realize that I have to go to the bathroom anyway.  I climb out of bed and stumble off to the bathroom, remembering to detour to the kitchen on my way back.    I pour him some juice and carry it back to my bedroom, leaving drips all the way there that I don't notice until that evening.

I set the juice on the headboard and climb back in bed, telling my son that "it's still dark out, go back to sleep." Which I quickly do, whether he does or not.    Because before long I hear, "Mommy, can I watch cartoons?"

I open one eye again and glance at the clock.  It's 7:00, so I say, "OK," and he turns on the TV that sits on the dresser at the foot of the bed.   It is preset to the Disney channel because this is the only time it ever gets turned on.  I roll over and drift off to sleep again until he starts throwing things in my face and jumping on the bed and giggling.  I suddenly realize it is nearly 8:00 and I need to get up, so I do-- except that my son protests, wanting me to stay in bed with him and "snuggle."  Except he really doesn't want to snuggle, he wants to tease me and be tickled and jump around and play.  I am agreeable for a few groggy minutes and then get up and go to the kitchen to make coffee, after which I head to my office to take a quick look at my email.

By this time my little guy has turned off the TV in my bedroom and turned on the one in the living room.   "Where's my breakfast?"

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