This morning my husband naively let me stay in bed as he got up with our early rising 2 year old.
I laughed sleepily as I pulled the covers up over my head when I heard the screaming meltdown unfolding in the kitchen.
My poor husband realized he doesn't know the procedures performed every morning and how a 2 year old resists any change in routine at 6:00 AM.
I felt a little guilty, but that soon left me as I snuggled down deeper in bed and drifted off to 15 minutes of more sleep.
Awwww, nothing like a little role reversal to make you feel more needed.
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