
This morning he came into the bedroom before the alarm went off. I shoo’ed him away, telling him to go back to bed quietly until we wake up. Not long after, he came back. When I “instructed” him what to do this time, he started to object. I cut him off and “may” have used a “tone” that was a little harsher than normal. Enough so that when he went back to his room I could hear crying.
Now fully awake I took a look at the alarm clock. Power went out yesterday and the spousal unit did not re-set the time properly. Turns out the little guy wasn’t coming in to bother us, but to save us. The alarm never would have gone off.
I am a bad dad…I will pay for this someday. Hopefully, not in my sleep at the end of baseball bat.
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