The giant middle schooler is in the throes of his summer schedule, which is, while relaxing and fun, waaay harder than his school schedule.
By way of illustration:
6:45 Wake up. Take long shower. Eat big breakfast.
7:45 Go to school. Schlump through hallways. Eat lunch. Slouch in polystyrene molded chairs.
2:45 Come home. Eat.
4:00 Some type of sports practice.
9:00 Sleep. Dream. About eating.
6:30 Wake up. Throw on swimsuit, still damp from yesterday.
7:00 Two hour swim team practice
9:00 Assist tennis coach teaching 5-6 year olds for two hours
11:00 Finally eat.
12:00 Golf Practice or Golf Tournament.
3:00 Mow lawns.
10:00 Watch "Whose Line is it Anyway" until your parents make you go to bed.
Because he has suddenly realized that both a) mirrors and b) girls exist, he has also added to his summer schedule Working Out. Which means, if he has a few seconds before, between or after any given activity, he is doing pull-ups, sit-ups, jumping rope, Wii Fit, or running.
Last night, after two episodes of "Whose Line is it Anyway" we finally made him go to bed at 11, because we were too tired to watch anymore. On the way up the stairs, he did calf raises, and I had to yell at him to stop jumping rope before bed. I believe my exact words were, "Dude. At bedtime, we try to relax, and sloooow our heartrates, so get your ass in bed before Mommy breaks your legs I love you goodnight."
As I fell gratefully into bed, I pondered the energy of youth. Was I EVER this active? (The answer is a resounding NO.) I mean, really. This kid is frickin' super-human to do this much stuff on very little sleep. Maybe he's got a ginormous heart like Lance Armstrong. Maybe he's a future Olympian. Tomorrow, I shall have his VO2 Max tested, and I will plan his future! I should check in to Wheaties endorsements now so that I'm ready.
And then, this morning, while I was finding him a dry towel and he readied himself for swim team, this happened. (Please pardon the photo quality - Big Dude took it with an iPhone and the sunrise is a little blinding.)
On the left, Giant middle schooler. Completely passed out after having been awake for like, 6 minutes. Exactly like he used to pass out in his highchair, sitting up and mid-bite. On the right, loyal bulldog, apparently so tired from his excruciating bulldog summer regimen that he fell asleep sitting up as well.
Looks like everyone's normal afterall. Although I am going to look into a Wheaties endorsement for the bulldog. Dude's got hops.