Monday, January 07, 2013
So today is the first day of the term for my boys. They have been home for almost two months.
When my alarm rang at 3.45a.m, even before I could jump out of bed, my 8-year old DS walks into my room fully dressed in his school uniform and ready to go. He was also excited about the tooth fairy leaving some goodies under his pillow, he lost a tooth last night.
I told him to go back to bed since it was still too early. But when I got downstairs, he followed me and asked if he could watch me exercise. I had to say no, I didn't want him struggling with sleep during the day.
He was still the first one at the breakfast table. He must have been really excited about going back to school.
I wish I was half as excited about going back to work!