It's Time to Wake Up

7:30 this morning...two little girls descended on top of me while in bed.  Exhausted from endless dreams of the night, I struggled to awaken.

Husband entered the room boldly.  "What! Still in bed? It's 9 o'clock! Get up! Up and at 'em!" and out he walked.

The girls, in youthful chorus propelled me with the assaulting exuberant sing-song I use on them each school day:  "It's time to get up...It's time to get up...It's time to get up in the morning! It's time to get up...It's time to get up...It's time to get up today!"

They ripped the bedcovers off of me and I mercilessly grabbed them back over my head.  They wrestled me in bear hugs and I simply rolled to the other side moaning, "Leave me alone! Pleeease...it's Saturday."

Thus began the tickling and, somewhere inside the dream, one of the girls piped that it was 7:45 A.M. and time to get up.  "We're up before you, Mommy!"  they shouted exuberantly since this never happens on school days.

Ah, so my husband deceived me.  It was not close to 9:00 A.M.  I rolled back over.  "Get out, you two. You're like a bad dream..."

This provoked hysterical giggling all over again and, with the help of our lap-dog, an over-zealous commitment to wrestle me out of bed.  They trumpeted loudly in my ear. They poked fingers in my ears.  They tried to warp my brain with several strands of Row-Row-Row Your Boat.

"Quit! I'm exhausted.  Haven't you ever dreamed all night long and been exhausted in the morning? It's Saturday, for heaven's sake!"

"We want coffeemilk!  We want coffeemilk!  We want coffeemilk!"

"Go find your brother and have him fix it."

"He's outside helping Daddy on the shop."

Then began the endless interrogation:  "Mommy, who do you love more?  Me or Chelsea? This pillow or Frenchie?  Corey or Garrett?  God or Daddy?"

Seeing the uselessness of the fight, I flung Mr. Sandman to the other side of the room, dragged myself wearily out of bed, and moaned, "You two are turning into my worse nightmare."... only to be harassed into a huge bear hug, an adoring face turned up towards mine, and a joyful shout of:  "Mommy, you're a dream come true!"

The nightmare evaporated in the light of morning and a new day dawned.

Comments

[Ebeth]

Sweet, did that really happen!?? 7:45am IS pretty early for a Saturday!

[Molly]

Ahhhhh what a good mommy you are!

[Cay]

Did it really happen? Happens almost every weekend morning. :)

I didn't think 7:45 AM was that early...really. I'm usually up about 7-7:30 and the children are up around 8 AM. However, we are hardly ever dressed before 9 AM and hardly ever leave the house until after 10 AM.

And despite the time change, we were up early this weekend and I have no idea why. :)