Our usual wake-up routine is that the kids are allowed to play in either their room or the play room across the hall while I doze as long as I can. The result is usually that they’re incredibly noisy and I get up several times to shush them and remind them that they cannot hang out in the hallway, they cannot scream and fight, and they should keep their door mostly closed.
A couple days ago after a long night, I finally relented and agreed to let the boys go ahead and go downstairs while I took a few more minutes to wake up and prepare myself mentally to get through another day with young kids and too much to do. When I eventually wandered downstairs I was a little nervous about what sort of destruction I might find. Sure, they had pulled out a bunch of blankets and toys and made the living room look it’s usual wreck, but I did get a little wave of pride when I saw the dining table. Brennan had gotten cereal for both of them, INCLUDING the placemats. Sometimes having a 5 year old is actually pretty cool :-)