My kids do not sleep in in the mornings. This is especially distressing for me since I really like to sleep in. It’s the way my body is programmed. I stay up late and sleep in.
Miss M is a morning person, like her dad. Since she was three she has gotten up in the morning, gone downstairs and helped herself to a breakfast of cold leftovers. It’s usually stuff that thinking about it makes me want to gag: macaroni and cheese, ravioli, egg noodles, chicken nuggets, brats. Since she started school last year however, we have sort of been able to convince her that rolling over and going back to sleep is also a good option. Some days I have even had to wake her up to get ready for school. Learning is exhausting.
K? K is another story.
K will be up, playing in his room. Sometimes (most of the time) when he wakes up he puts his mouth down by the crack of the door and hollers “Mommy! Oh Mommy!” ad nauseum until I let him out.
Then the morning exchange goes something like this:
K, you could sleep in a little bit in the mornings instead of getting up at the crack of dawn.
Uh. No thanks.
No really, it would be a good idea to get a little more sleep so that you’re not so tired during the day.
One day you’ll realize how wonderful sleeping in can be and you’ll realize you’ve squandered these days of sleeping in. It’s a real tragedy.
You look soooo pwetty today.