Every Morning Is a Battle

Ugh so this morning was no different than the hundreds of others. 7:20am rolls around and it's time to get Little Man out of bed. I get it, he's tired. So am I. To him, morning means monster hellion appears to test mommy's patience. I love my LM to death, so I can't stand when he acts like this. But, never failing, he's a grump. Whining, kicking the covers, complaining about everything. It's a chore in the morning that I'd rather do without. On the rare occasions that he happily jumps out of bed and greets me with a smile, then I worry that he's been body snatched and replaced lol.