They fall asleep at 7 p.m. and wake up at 5 a.m., which is totally NOT the way you draw it up as a parent.
But after a gut wrenching Sox win over the Evil Empire combined with me having to close the store tomorrow night at nine?
If Trot wakes up at 4 a.m. and asks me for a piece of cheese when I don't have to be at work until noon, there is no jury in this land that would hold me accountable if I stuffed him in a clothes hamper for a few hours.
Tied for first place and Old Man River on the mound tomorrow night.
It could be a lot worse.
Especially if Trot rises before the sun does.