I love this season. But, I also hate this season. Because, my children turn from gentle early-ish risers to ohmygodchilditsthecrackofdawnstopcallingmefromyourcribandgobacktosleepNOW risers.
It’s brutal.
Husband’s been a little extra busy at work lately and regularly leaves before sunrise. He dresses quietly by the light of our bathroom, kisses me goodbye and heads out. Then, I snuggle back into bed “knowing” I have at least an hour or so before the kids get up. At least, I had that last month. This month? Not-so-much.
Snuggle in, eyes closed.
Just. starting. to. drift. off.
Maaaaaaahhhhh-maaaaaaay! I want to get up.
No. Please, no.
Head into Little Brother’s room. He’s standing up in his crib, peering around at me, little brown eyes hopeful.
Hi, Mommy! I want to get up.
No, J. It’s much too early. You need to go back to sleep. Lie back down.
And, he does. I tuck him back in. Head back to my room. Climb into bed, close my eyes…
Well, that used to work. We could actually settle him back down and buy ourselves at least 1/2 hour more sleep, sometimes more. Unfortunately, Little Brother’s brain is developing (well, I mean of course that is actually fortunate that his brain is developing but you know what I mean), and he’s figured out how to manipulate the situation to get his way. So, now?
Climb back into bed, close my eyes and…
Mahhhhhhhmaaaaayyyyy!
I storm in. Open the door.
I’m serious, J! You need to go to sleep!
…and then he’ll drop a little hammer on my heart. He has a few hammers from which to choose. Depends on his mood.
1. But, I’m sooooo hungry! — For some ridiculous reason Little Brother has recently decided to only eat one meal a day. Of course, I still present him with three squares. He just ignores two of the three. Awesome. Luckily, Big Brother is growing like a weed and would eat 100 meals a day if I let him. He’s never met a leftover pb&j that he didn’t like. So, when Little Brother complains of hunger from his crib? Well, of course you’re hungry, little monster. You had two blueberries for dinner last night. But, I’m your mother and I can’t let you starve so, fine. Get up then, little hungry bird. Good morning.
2. I miss Daddy so much! — Which is such a farce. I mean, he loves his Dad terribly but this is a total ploy. His Dad is home at a very reasonable hour almost every night. We’re very lucky. But, Little Brother knows his Dad isn’t home in the mornings. He also knows his Mom is a total sucker when he plays the “I Want My Daddy” card. So, fine. Get up then, sweet boy. Good morning.
3. But, I’m poopy! I swear the child has learned to crap on command. This is his last resort. Because he knows I’m a total freak about dirty diapers and there’s no way I’m leaving him in there smelling up his room and sitting in his feces. And, by the time I go in there, pull him out of his crib and change him, I know we are both far too awake to get back to sleep. So, fine. Get up then, stinky. Good morning.
Gotta run. Off to Target for room-darkening curtains.
And maybe some ear plugs.
Is it nap time yet?
Confessions of a Serial Swooper 
Oh yes! And for us, it gets bad at night too b/c the sun is up so long. I love the long hours of daylight, but there’s no way the Little Ballerina wants to go to bed when it’s still light out at 10pm. Worse yet, there are always kids outside on the cul-de-sac playing all night so it’s even more impossible to wrangle her into bed.
Okay. Loved this post too. I’m officially subscribing.
Which is a big deal for me (please don’t think I’m a big deal at all, I’m mediocre at best).
However, I have little free time, and feel guilty when I use it blogging, and when I subscribe to a blog I feel compelled to read and comment, which ends up consuming time….
BUT…You are totally subscription worthy. (as opposed to sponge worthy, which would be creepy, but if you didn’t watch Seinfeld you don’t understand, so I’ll shut up now.)
You. Are. Hilarious.
Thanks, Andi! So glad you like it. I’ll head over and check yours out as well!
C