Or are they?
We've reached a phase in our house where the boys "sleep in." While the definition of "sleep in" is relative, we've become accustomed to 7:15 or 7:30 for Thomas and even 7:45 for Andrew. That leisurely hour feels purely luxurious after the early years of Thomas' life where he was regularly up and at 'em by 6 a.m. He's the reason we instituted the Do Not Come Out Of Your Room Until The Clock Starts With A Seven rule.
It turns out the only drawbacks of longer days and more sun are longer days and more sun. Hello, 6 a.m.!
***I do not like 6 a.m.***
After a few consecutive mornings of early wakeups, and the resulting grumpy evenings, I have taken matters into my own hands. Genius or desperation? You be the judge:
That's right. I taped their bedroom curtains to the walls last night. They already have blackout lining but that pesky gap between the curtain and the wall seemed to be giving us fits. I've taken care of that issue in a super klassy manuever involving a roll of masking tape. Mark was sure they would notice AND that it wouldn't work. It turns out to be very fortuitous that theirs are the only two rooms in this house that I haven't painted so their contractor white walls match that klassy tape pretty well and they were none the wiser.
Everyone stayed in their own beds until 7:20 a.m. I'm thinking that this round goes to Mom.