Monday, February 1, 2010

Five more minutes...

This morning Sunshine left at 5:50 am for a job interview in a city 2 ½ hours away. That meant that I was left to get up to take care of the kids (he usually does that, and yes, I am VERY lucky). Since school was cancelled for the day, I needed to make sure that the kids were at my parents’ house by 7:50am – which really means by 7:30 because I have to be at work by 8am.




Before leaving, Sunshine kissed me good bye and with one eye opened, I wished him good luck. Then I rolled over. A couple of minutes must’ve passed before my brain got the message that I needed to get up to take care of things. I opened one eye and looked at the clock… 6:04… I did a quick calculation and realized that if I didn’t fuss with my hair, I could sleep in until 6:15… so I did.



When I got up, I heard Skywalker getting up and going into the bathroom to take his shower and get ready. I love that kid. I got ready and went across the hall to wake up Mini-me. I turned on the light and immediately heard a groan… from the kid who usually gets up at 5:50 am on Saturdays and Sundays. I walked over and kissed him on the cheek, “Good morning sleepyhead”, I said. He put his hand square ON MY FACE, pushed me away and said: “I am not ready”, then rolled over. Oh revenge! How sweet is thy taste in my mouth on this Monday morn! “Too bad, kid. Get up.” As I pulled the covers back, Mini-me scooted himself down the mattress, as if the light of the lamp was made of pure acid. “Five more minutes, mom!” It took me a minute to realize that I was while I was hearing this from my FOUR year old, my nine year-old was already finished his shower and was getting ready in his room. Then, I remembered the hand on my face, looked at the younger version of me and smiling I said: “Sorry, there were only five more minutes available this morning, and your mother already slept through them.” I wish I could say I felt a tad bad about getting him up, but did I mentioned he gets up at the crack of dawn on the weekends? I wonder if my mom ever felt this way…. Now that I think about it, I am pretty sure she did, and that’s why she was always so happy in the morning.

3 comments:

Too Many Hats said...

I had to wake my 14 year old son up this morning - we had both over slept and he was not happy to only have 20 minutes to get ready for school. If there are 5 more minutes to be had they should always go to the mom.

Loving Wife, Working Mom said...

My mom would just come in and wake you up. I f you were late and missed the carpool, your but walked to school... no school buses in Puerto Rico!

Dory said...

I always hated when my mom would walk in and snap on the light and start talking!!!