I was so confused when my son woke me up this morning (with the usual request: "MAMA. ORANGE JUICE").
He's generally pretty good about sleeping until the sun is up - which is good in the winter, not so good in the summer (blackout curtains are on my to-be-purchased list) - but this morning I heard the orange juice announcement when it was still pitch-black outside.
As it turned out, it was 7:17a.m., and he was right on schedule. And it wasn't pitch-black outside, technically. Just gross.
Ick, today is so gross.