Some jobs are less fun

The world's most perfect teenager starts grade 10 in 11 days. We (I) must shortly turn back the offspring's day.

From being the world's easiest child to wake up, he has become a copy of his father. Unless the world's most perfect husband specifically asks me to wake him up, I avoid him like the plague in the mornings.

To avoid WWIII, it's my job to wake up junior in the mornings. I'm already dreading the coming week.