A Sixth Sense?

I swear children can sense when something's up. My kids - at this point in their lives - are generally good sleepers. They go to bed between 8-8:30pm (most of the time), and usually wake up between 7-8am. Not bad, right? All summer long, with the exception of when someone was sick, you could count on this. I commented to my wife how I finally wasn't going to sleep at night wondering when, in the middle of the night, one of the children was going to wake us up. It was a nice feeling.

(OK..., just so nobody hates me for having children that sleep through the night, understand that I don't get home from work until midnight AND we have our alarms set for 4am because we have to disconnect my daughter from her feeding pump. So just because they sleep until 8am, doesn't mean we do. Feel better? Oh yeah..., just in case my wife read this, I give her credit for being the one who, more often than not, actually gets out of bed to do this.)

Now, although my wife went back to school last week, today was her first day with children in the classroom. She counts on being able to wake up and get showered and dressed before the kids wake up. She then takes them downstairs and gets their day started. I count on this too, because it buys me and extra 30 minutes of precious sleep. (You already know where this is going, don't you?)

Quinn must have sensed all of this. So, of all the days to wake up early and mess with mommy and daddy's plan, both kids were up before 6:30am today. It was also Quinn's first day of gymnastics class, and she was very excited to get the day started. My wife actually did wake up before the kids, but the shower probably woke Quinn up and, because of her excitement, she stayed awake rather than go back to sleep. Not only that, but I think she started a conversation with Grace which woke her up. At least this is what I was able to gather in my semi-conscious state. In any case, by 6:45am, we were all up. Bless my wife's heart for running out and getting me a Dunkin' Donuts coffee - the first of several today.

So tomorrow is Quinn's first day back at pre-school. Why do I sense that tomorrow I'm going to get an even earlier wake-up-call?!