...and give God your glory, glory!
This is what I'm singing this morning despite the protests of my 17 year old son...oh, no, wait, he's only SEVEN. I'm a bit confused, but it's understandable given his reluctance to get up at a decent hour.
Of course, it wouldn't be so difficult to get UP if one went to sleep when one was told to do so. But instead of sleeping, we find our boys talking, laughing and playing cards by the light of the moon...
...the moon, the moon...playing cards by the light of the moon.
On the one hand, I think it's amusing. I love that he and his brother are sharing that time together. I love that my kids enjoy playing cards, since that is a pastime of many happy memories from my own life with my family growing up.
But I am a morning person, and I believe that getting up at a regular and reasonable hour every day is a matter of good discipline. Besides, if he were in the local school, he would have to be there by 8 am!
And of all my children, this one doesn't get any breaks. If he could dress, eat and do his morning chores in a short period of time, then he might be granted maternal dispensation to snooze for another half hour. But this child of mine can take twenty minutes just to put on a pair of socks. Oy vey!
Up and at 'em, buddy. Reveille was over an hour ago!