Close the Shade!
Each and every morning is the same. Some might even say that I have a touch of Sheldon, of The Big Bang Theory in me.
I get out of bed, let the dogs out, get the kid's lunches ready - for tomorrow! - pour a cup of coffee, make fun of Matt regarding the most-recent Bills or Sabres loss, and head off into Sam's room.
He always pretends that he's still asleep, which allows me to pick on him about his bed-time being too late - then he snaps up and tells me he was just faking it. And that's when I do it - I open his window shade to look outside.
Seems as if Sam has a routine of his own - he walks around the house every evening and makes sure that the shades are closed on every window - so the robbers can't look in.
"Oh my God, look at the snow!" I yell. "There can't be any school today."
Yet Sam is beyond being fooled by this - I'd already tricked him before - including declaring a snowstorm in May that made him jump out of bed. Not today.
He closes the shade in one deft pull. I wait a few seconds, engage him in a conversation about school, and open it again.
"Hey!"
It's just a matter of two routines clashing. I just hope and pray that it is the only real routine he has to follow - otherwise he'll be a haunted mess like me!
15 shopping days left!
I get out of bed, let the dogs out, get the kid's lunches ready - for tomorrow! - pour a cup of coffee, make fun of Matt regarding the most-recent Bills or Sabres loss, and head off into Sam's room.
He always pretends that he's still asleep, which allows me to pick on him about his bed-time being too late - then he snaps up and tells me he was just faking it. And that's when I do it - I open his window shade to look outside.
Seems as if Sam has a routine of his own - he walks around the house every evening and makes sure that the shades are closed on every window - so the robbers can't look in.
"Oh my God, look at the snow!" I yell. "There can't be any school today."
Yet Sam is beyond being fooled by this - I'd already tricked him before - including declaring a snowstorm in May that made him jump out of bed. Not today.
He closes the shade in one deft pull. I wait a few seconds, engage him in a conversation about school, and open it again.
"Hey!"
It's just a matter of two routines clashing. I just hope and pray that it is the only real routine he has to follow - otherwise he'll be a haunted mess like me!
15 shopping days left!
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