Mornings in our modern society can be a bit trying for those of us who tend to be more nocturnal. Regardless of our preferences, society expects us to be available during weekday mornings. There is no better example of this arbitrary requirement than when you're a child and required to attend school. Bright and early in the morning never seemed to feel that way to me. In reality, it still doesn't, and I doubt that will ever change.
Unfortunately for my children, this night-owl trait appears to be genetic, particularly at the end of the week. When my son was six and being woken up by his mother for school on a particular Friday, he claimed he could not get out of bed because his stomach was hurting. Not buying it, his mother told him to, "eat a banana and a cereal bar for breakfast and maybe you'll feel better," obviously thinking his aching stomach was related to hunger more than anything else.
As my son walked toward the kitchen in a defeated sort of way, my wife assumed the issue was settled and resumed her morning routine. She had clearly underestimated his resolve, because when she got out of the shower and checked on him, she found him in bed, under the covers once again.
"Why are you back in bed?" She asked him. "Why haven't you been getting ready for school? Did you eat breakfast?"
From under the covers issued his muffled response, "yes, I ate breakfast." He then peaked at her from under the covers and indignantly declared, "Mama, it didn't work! All it did was make me go pee!"
Of course it did.
Of course it did.
