power struggle...

eric says i turn into a 5-year-old in the mornings.

but that's only because i'm trying to act like a 5-year-old.

here's the thing--eric got out of school a whole week before i did. and he threatened to sleep in every morning i still had to go to work, because i've very much enjoyed--and expressed my enjoyment in--the fact that i don't have to be at work until an hour after he does. and i'm always the last out of bed.

so he began the week trying to be the last out of bed.

and so i began using every 5-year-old, preschool tactic i knew to get him out of bed before me.

limp noodle.
puppy pout.
poking. tickling.
trying to barrel-roll him out of bed with my feet.
outright whining.
guilt-tripping.
sweet-talking.
and acting as needy as possible.

i was afraid nothing would work, and we'd be in a stalemate long after i was meant to be at work.

but something must've.

because i've always been snuggled in the covers at least a few minutes after he's left the warm nest.

(i win! i win!)

i wonder if i can keep this up all summer...