A girl who’s going to be a senior at Northwood came over to the house this morning to borrow my son’s AP U.S. History study guide. He took the class last year.
Last night, he told his mom to wake him up at 8:30.
At 9 this morning, there was a knock on the front door. The boy pulled on a baseball cap, took out his retainer, pasted a big smile on his face and answered it.
He gave the book to the girl and she gave him a doughnut.
When she left, he went back to bed.
“Wake me up at 11:30,” he said to his mom.
“What are you going to do in college when I’m not there to wake you up?” she asked.
“I’ll be fine.”
His mom and I have been waking him up for 18 years.
The past few days, he’s started setting an alarm on his iPhone that sounds like the dive alarm on a submarine. It wakes me up on the opposite side of the house through a closed door, but he’s slept right through it twice. He’s a sound sleeper.
The first time it woke me up, I thought it was a car alarm, then I realized it was coming from inside the house. I walked down to his room and he was sleeping with the alarm going off less than a foot from his face.
I’m not worried about him waking up for class though. That alarm is going to wake up the entire dorm, so one way or another, he’s going to wake up.
