Every morning that I happen to wake up before the slumbering toddler I just hold my breath, hoping for a few minutes to myself. But it never fails. If I physically get out of bed BINGO he's up. It's as if I have a cow bell attached to my neck that only he can hear. Did the hospital install this while I was sleeping or did it just come free during gestation? Where can I return mine? I'll keep the kid, but ditch the bell.Time has become the most precious commodity in our household. Time ALONE that is. I feel like I am always looking to see where I can slip some in and on the weekends Josh and I are alwlays jockeying into a position where we can snag some and get the other one to watch the kid. It's like being at a really big sale and it's each man for himself. Take no prisoners. Well, got to go. The cow bell syndrome is in effect and he's UP. Those three minutes were nice, weren't they?