I woke up this morning to my darling son quite literally trying to pry my eyelids open as he yelled “Good morning mommy! I’m up, time for you to get up!” I really wish I was a morning person, I wish I was excited to be up as early as he is. I can’t just jump out of bed and be like “yeah let’s party with your stuffed animals, watch Thomas, and do the hokey pokey all day!” Instead I moaned, groaned, told him “mommy needs 5 more minutes” which resulted in being jumped on relentlessly as he squealed for me to get up which I did begrudgingly.
My mother tells me that I can get revenge when he’s a teenage and be up at the crack of dawn… in fact my mother did that with me… I remember 9 am and the vacuum going on downstairs as I swore under my breath and put the pillow over my head. I remember some very nasty words as she’d come into my room at 10 and start cleaning.
My thoughts on this? If I live to see him as a teenager who wants to sleep till noon, I’m damn well going to sleep till noon too because by that time I’m going to REALLY need my sleep.