Our bedroom door slams open, and a whinny voice enters.
“Mommy…I need help! I just can’t do it.”
My eyes open ever so slightly. The bedroom is still dark. Groggy from sleep I can barely make out the clock on the side of the bed. Purchased with large big red numbers for this very reason.
“Mommy, I’ve been practicing allllllll morning.” My four year old is standing inches from the side of the bed. Arms flailing all over. My eyes just start to adjust.
“Mommy, I just can’t do it.” His arms are vigorously flying around. “I’ve been practicing quietly in my room forever. I need your help! I just can’t juggle. You need to get up and help me practice, okay?”
It is 5:40 A.M.
Up and at em’ ( is that the phrase? ) Our day has begun… where’s the coffee. Mama needs to learn how to juggle!