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I like sleeping, and I do not much like waking up. At least, I do not much like waking up after anything less than a full eight* hours sleep. This would not be a problem, except that I have a four year old daughter, who does not much like sleeping in.
Boo is an ‘early riser’ every day of the week, except, inexplicably, when she sleeps at my mother’s house, as my mum tells me proudly, and often. Obviously I don’t begrudge my mother a restful morning, but I do wish she’d stop bragging about it already.
Every morning I am woken in the same unforgiving way. “Milky and Spongebob!” my little girl shouts, whilst prodding me firmly in the face. (For those who can’t speak Boo, this means ‘Mum, please could you fetch me some warmed milk in my sippy cup and then turn on the television so that I can watch Spongebob Squarepants, which, as you know, is my favourite show.”)
Now, it’s not easy being woken from a very deep sleep with a prod in the cheek and a Spongebob in your ear. And it takes me a while to swim up painfully from unconsciousness to the harsh brightness of the day. I will do anything to buy more time, promise anything for another few precious minutes of rest.
“Ask your sister for milk,” I’ll whisper, and hide back under the covers, or
“Go get a juice box and play,” or
“I’ll give you a treat if you let me sleep some more!”
Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. The other day, it didn’t.
Boo woke me as usual at 6.10am. The other kids were asleep, so they were no help. And Boo didn’t accept my offer of ‘sleeping with Mummy for a while’, insisting – most unfairly – on actually starting her day. I tried to ignore her, but it was very hard to sleep with her repeatedly pulling me on the ear.
“FINE,” I said, resentfully, and stumbled out of bed. I took her by the hand, practically fell into the lounge room, turned on the TV and poured the milk, all without fully opening my eyes.
“I going backta sleep,” I slurred, and turned back towards my bedroom. The bed was calling. Sleep time again.
“But Mummy I’m hungry!” Boo called plaintively. “Can I have a toastan cheese?”
Toasted cheese? No! It was too much! I could do milk and TV in my sleep, but not even I could stay unconscious whilst making a toasted cheese sandwich.
“Have this,” I mumbled, reaching blindly into the pantry. I pulled out some organic corn snacks and tossed them at my daughter. “I going bed.”
“Oh! Yes! Mummy! THANK YOU!”
I stopped. Boo liked corn snacks, but not that much. I forced myself to open my eyes. And there was my child, happily ensconced on the couch, munching a packet of very unorganic…. salt and vinegar potato chips. For breakfast. At 6.15am.
I could have taken the away from her but I didn’t. For one thing, it was my mistake, not hers. For another thing, chips could keep her busy for half an hour.
And I really wanted to spend that time sleeping.
*okay nine**
**okay ten.
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mel says
December 6, 2011 at 9:17 pmMine are up at 5-5.30….tried everything including palming off to the husband and also pretending to not wake up… we have tried glo clock which my son broke of course and had outsmarted it anyway… Worst thing is by 9.30 I have been awake for 4 hours already and feeling like crap!.
Becci says
December 6, 2011 at 9:23 pmThe day that my son worked out how to open the pantry and choose an arrowroot biscuit or a muesli bar then use the remote control was one of my parenting highs. Sleep is too precious to give up. It requires planning and training of small people – or at least a partner who is a morning person.
Jennywren says
December 6, 2011 at 11:56 pmI agree with Becci! My son has been able to turn on the telly since he was 3: it’s not that hard. Happy (i.e. rested) Mummy = happy kids and all that!
Jo says
December 9, 2011 at 1:57 pmMine is usually ‘milk and Wiggles/Dora’. It’s alright if her older brother is up because he can work the remote and that usually buys me an extra five minutes before she asks for the milk. My son, though an early riser, I could usually get to snuggle in bed with me for a bit, but daughter will have none of that, she insists I get up. Unfortunately hubby starts work at 4.30am, so is already gone when the kids wake up an hour later.
I figure I’ll get them back when they’re teenagers and I’m the one poking them to make them get up for school.