Monday Morning

After my alarm woke me up at a seemingly obscene hour, I staggered out of bed to wake up Lizzy. I’d warned her last night that she’d have to get up an hour earlier in the morning. She didn’t want to go to bed but after a semi-reasonable conversation with me she agreed to go.

After I retrieved Lizzy from her bed she told me that going to bed at 7:00pm was great. “Can I go to bed at 7:00 every night?” We compromised on 7:30pm. But I’m not holding my breath. I figure she’ll change her mind in, oh, about five and a half hours.