FewMoreMinutes

Mackenzie woke up at 6a this morning. Not wanting to join her, I kept telling her I just needed to keep my eyes closed for a 'few more minutes.' That went on for a good two hours.

I was in her bed. I think she hung out in her room most of the time. At first she quietly played games on the phone. That took care of several 'few more minutes.'

Then she got more active.Changed clothes about five, maybe more, times. Emptied most of closet and drawers in the process. Got out stickers and put them all over. Took out puzzles and did not put them together. Dumped out her Lincoln Logs. Went through all her dress up clothes. Three bins worth. There was stuffed animals and dolls and play food and baby bottles and more. All over the floor. Necklaces and crowns and wands. All over the floor.

Every few minutes she would tell me to get up. I wouldn't. I'm pretty sure that every few minutes another pile was made. We had company over tonight, so yesterday I cleaned her room really good. My two hours of a 'few more minutes' completely abolished my efforts from the night before.

I'd like to say lesson learned....but my guess is tomorrow morning at 6a, wanting a 'few more minutes' of sleep will completely erase any memory of the consequences.

Sleep and this cute little face...