Early Morning

My dear son doesn't like being the first person up in the morning. Not a big deal, right? Too bad he's the first one up most days.  This isn't a problem Monday through Friday, but on Saturday morning, he gets bored.  He's up at 7. Door closed, lights on, starts rummaging through his LEGO a bit louder than necessary. Then, since that doesn't work, he lightly knocks on his bedroom door or the laminate floor. I know if that hadn't dragged me out of bed his next step would be whistling quietly.  Now I will give him credit for keeping his wake-up-the-others methods rather subliminal, but IT'S 7AM ON SATURDAY. The only day of the week we can sleep in without worry.  Yep. I'm bitter.