Why is it that I have to drag my kids out of bed Monday through Friday mornings, but come Saturday and Sunday they are up at the crack of dawn? The two days of the week that I can actually sleep in (to 8 or 9 if I’m lucky, woo-hoo!) and they have to get up at 6.
To top it all off, it isn’t like one of the five will get up and quietly go downstairs to watch TV or play on the computer, noooooo! Daughter #1 has to wake up someone else to keep her company and then the others hear all the commotion and get up as well. Within minutes it’s pandemonium and as loud as a gymnasium full of gradeschoolers.
Now, I do have a fabulous husband that takes pity on me occasionally and lets me sleep. Once I actually woke up at 10! That was heaven. But most of the time I have to drag my sorry butt out of bed and referee the bunch and make sure that everyone eats something healthy for breakfast.
One morning my husband and I were particularly tired after being up with the baby most of the night, so we just let the older four girls fend for themselves. When I checked on them, they were playing quietly on the computer and watching SpongeBob Squarepants so I figured they would be okay for a little while–our oldest is 10 going on 30 and acts like a little mommy, so she could keep an eye on everyone.
After about 45 minutes it was way too quiet in the house. I got up to check on the kids and walked into the dinning room to see all four girls seated at the table, quietly eating chips and dip, chocolate frosting and ice cream for breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and nearly broke my ankle when I slipped on an economy size jar of sprinkles that had been spilled all over the floor. After a bit more investigating I found they had also gone through a whole loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter! That was the end of the free-for-all!
Needless to say, we don’t allow them to stay up on their own anymore. I know down the road I may long for the times when the girls were home and up early to watch cartoons on a Saturday morning, but right now I’d be happy with just one day were all five girls would take pity on their old mommy and sleep in.
Now I’m off for a nap…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz You Gotta Love the Weekend!