On any given weekday morning, at approximately 7 am, you can find me in my son’s room trying to wake him up.
Or, he’s in my bed since 3am, where I’m still trying to wake him up.
Gently rubbing his back, kissing his warm cheek and softly saying his name to bring him out of dreamland. So I can get him ready for school and get there without being too late.
It takes FOREVER.
This is every weekday morning.
But on the weekend and holidays, when the big kids sleep until noon and the parents really want to do the same…
EVERY morning. When it’s still dark out.
WITHOUT FREAKING FAIL, I am awakened by a sweet voice SCREAMING…
“Mommy…come get me.” OR…
“Mommy…do I have school today?” OR…
“Mommy…I’m hungry.” OR…
“Mommy…I have to pee.” OR…
“Mommy…can I watch tv in your room?”
Over and over.
Louder and louder. (And LOUDER)
Until he finally gets me to storm, angry, annoyed and exhausted from my room into his room, where I grab his hand and drag him back to my room. I plead with him for an hour to go back to sleep so that Mommy can sleep for a bit longer(and hopefully finish up that dream about me and John Taylor ;)). I finally give in and let him have the remote(because CLEARLY the kid isn’t going back to sleep) and tell him he can watch tv quietly.
My quiet and his quiet are two entirely different things.
He never goes back to sleep which means I never go back to sleep.
He’s crabby by noon which means I’m crabby by noon.
Well, we’ve been up since 6 or so, what do you expect after going to bed at 11? Shiny, happy people? I don’t think so. *Growl. Sneer*
Every. Single. Weekend.
Every. Single. Vacation.
When everyone else in the house is soundly sleeping in.
For as long as they want.
Without someone saying their name, over and over.
The whole weekend.
The entire vacation.
Including my husband.
The co-parent of the house.
The male head parent person.
(The loving husband?)
Doesn’t move a muscle.
Barely even opens a single eye.
NEVER says to his poor sleep deprived wife, “I’ll take it from here, YOU sleep in for once.” Or a variation on those words.
And then everyone wonders why I can be such a bitch.