Sometimes Waking Up is Hard

My father was a heavy sleeper most of his life. There are stories of my grandfather picking up the bed and tossing my father to the floor and the time my father slept through the first air raid in Vietnam. There was the one time my mom left to go to work after trying to get my father up several times. Apparently, that caused a "discussion". I followed in my father's footsteps and could never wake up on my own. At one time in my life, I had no less than 5 alarm clocks in my room. I could even sleep through the phone and once was woke up by one of my friends knocking on my window. So, it goes without saying that this seems to be a trait in my family. Zachary appears to be the one who hates to wake up and often times has to be teased awake (don't get me wrong there are times when the boy is up and ready to go). I fear that Zach has inherited the "coma" gene and will be our daily struggle to get awake and to school on time. I believe the picture below says it all....

There is hope. Both my father and I grew out of this problem and I know that by the time Zachary is 35 he will be able to wake up without too much fuss. Until that time, I expect to see this face a lot in the future. (And to be honest, I can't wait.)