Today marks the end of our vacation.
I was really looking forward to this break.
By the middle of December the Many family was tired. Waking up was becoming the most hated thing. My phone alarm would go off and I would audibly grumble at it before tapping the off bar. Trey would roll over and beg for 10 more minutes while I would shuffle down the hall to Hazel's room- knock, knock, (muffle, groan, groan) and then August's- knock, knock (silence), knock, knock, (huff), knock, knock ("OKAY!").
I would have to splash my own face to get motivated for the fight that was quickly approaching. My arsenal ready with words like, "You have 5 minutes to get out of bed before I start taking things away from you. " and "We have 15 minutes left for breakfast." and "Put your plate in the sink, go to the bathroom, brush your teeth, put your shoes on, put your coat on. Do you have your lunch?" With an extra, "What are you going to eat for lunch today?" when one or the other had left their lunch sitting in front of the door. Mind you, they had to walk right past it in order to forget it. And then the, "Run back and get it and then hurry up and catch up to us."
Makes me tired just writing about it!
Needless to say, we were all very ready for the break in schedule. And so, that first day off school? We all slept until 9:30am, which, remarkably was the exact time I'd told the kids the TV could be turned on during the break.
On Christmas morning I was awoken not by my darling children excitedly panting for gifts. It was my phone repeatedly buzzing and buzzing with pictures of my brother's kids opening presents at 7 in the morning. My kids were still dreaming of American Girl dolls and video games. August and Hazel, who by this time were regularly waking up at 10:00am, finally tip toed out of their rooms at 9:00 all sleepy like but willing to push themselves with the realization that the gifts waiting for them would make it worth it all.
Gifts were opened, hugs were given, pictures were taken and sent and then the house was quiet again. I poked my head in August's room, expecting to see his nose in a book or to hear some blip, blip, bliping from his DSi, but instead I found him in his bed trying to take a nap. "You tired August?"
"Huh? Yeeeessssss."
Today marks the last day of break. I woke up to a quiet house at (hold on to your hats folks) 10:45am. A quiet house. Dogs still in their kennels, husband still snoozing and the kids doors closed with no sounds coming from behind them.
I had to wake them up. At 10:45 in the morning. Tomorrow is going to hurt so bad.
2 comments:
?! Wow, I was starting to plan lunch at 10:45. And, it's funny b/c your 9:30 rule was our 7:00 rule :) I try to tell the boys to sleep in but they are early birds!
I won't complain that my little guy is regularly doing 11 hours strait, it's just, well, 7pm to 6am...slightly painful. And he's just going down for his first nap when everyone else is starting to roll out of bed. I'm sure it'll be better this summer when it's actually light out in the morning.
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