I get it: I’m an annoying morning person. I’m not only awake before dawn but am boot camping, working or solving world peace, all before 8 a.m. But just ask my husband: by 9:30 p.m. I’m barely functional and just want to sleep.
Now, imagine being a child of such a mother.
Though it takes Bode a few minutes to get coherent he’s an early riser and prefers it that way. In fact, he would actually set his alarm early during the school year because he’s so obsessed with being “responsible” and likes the extra time to be prepared. I know, right?!
Then there’s Hadley. Lately she’s been pushing the bedtime boundaries and we have let her. Though Bode is ready for bed by 8:45 p,m. she’s frequently hitting the sack between 9:30-10 p.m. On her first night of summer break, I saw she was still awake and caught her crafting into the wee hours.
At least I think that’s what it was. There was a lot of yarn and unidentifiable objects.
The next morning, she was toast. When we don’t have anything scheduled, I’ll let her sleep in during the summer but she had her birthday party later that day and a laundry list of responsibilities.
So, I waited until 9 a.m. before I burst into her bedroom blasting “In Summer” from Frozen on my iPhone and channeled Olaf as I lip synced. Unfortunately she was already a awake but that didn’t stop her from being deeply moved, particularly when I started tap dancing and singing opera at the end.
Pumped by my brilliant performance, I bounded down the stairs and squealed to Jamie, “It’s official, I should have gone into snow business!!!”
Pun not intended but by gosh, it worked.