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This summer my daughter told me "I come alive when it gets dark outside," and I could relate. We're like a family of vampires, except not so angsty and minus the bloodlust.
The foregoing is crucial information because now you know the thoughts that ran through my head when my daughter, the unstoppable force that is Child #1, came home with "Good News, Mom!"
"What is it?" I asked, visions of field trips or slumber parties dancing in my head.
"My name got picked for crossing guard. Say I can do it. Please, please, please."
"Morning crossing guard?"
"Uh-huh," smile, smile, pant, pant.
"Doesn't that mean you have to get to school early?"
"Yes, but I promise I won't complain. I'll set my alarm clock every day. Pleasssse."
Of course I said yes because a) I'm a pushover, b) it's probably one of those experiences kids should have and c) November is a short month.
The first week was "so totally awesome, Mom! I got to hold the walkie-talkie." The second week was, "it's a little chilly out there." Now we are in the homestretch and it's, "I'm happy it's almost over"
Even though we started out strong, everyone up at the crack of 7:10, we've regressed.
Over Thanksgiving break Child #1's alarm mysteriously stopped working. I freely admit there's a possibility it's just been turned off. We've resumed our old habit of me staggering into her room and whispering hoarsely, "I think you should get up" and then taking a moment to lean against her wall with my eyes closed like morning is a very strong cocktail and I'm recovering from one glass too many.As I write this post we are three days from being finished which makes me up-all-night happy.
At least it did, until Child #2 mentioned he'd like to start Lego Robotics in January. Guess what time it starts?
7:30!
17 comments:
There really is a huge difference between morning darkness and night darkness, isn't there? Night darkness is cool - almost festive. The curtains are closed, lamps are lit, wine gets poured...
AM dark is, however, just wrong, and on so many levels.
We try not to even speak to each other in the mornings because absolutely no good can come of it. During faire when we stay in a bunk house with 14 other people I am in charge of waking everyone up at 7am. This normally means I have to get up at 6:30 just to be awake and pleasant enough not to just flip on the lights and yell at them.
Morning is dumb.
I'm assuming that 7:30 is AM. My condolences.
Your daughter looks so cute! I'm not much of a night owl, because I have no choice but to be a morning bird. I've had to teach so many early morning classes that my body clock/internal alarm clock prevents me from sleeping in. Fortunately, it doesn't keep me from taking naps later. :)
I didn't used to be a morning person either and for sure conversation was monosyllabic at best. Hubs, on the other hand, is chipper, full of energy, and tends to practice comedy shticks. Several pillows lobbed in his direction and pithy words modified this comedy routine, but not the chipper let me tell you everything mode.
Then my sister, who was similar to me with early mornings, moved in with us. We both worked at the same place and both had to be there at 7:30. In deference to the parents who loved us both and we didn't want to see them in mourning, we learned to be civil and relatively cheerful. Meaning we didn't growl or draw blood.
Over the years of early morning work schedules, I've learned to enjoy early morning. It's the time I do my best writing and I'm at my most productive. Naps help renew my energy--now interrupt my nap I will hurt you.
Son is not a morning person. We agree not to discuss anything more important than whether he wants roast beef or turkey for lunch.
I'm not a morning person. I think I'm going to tell my kids if they want to do anything before school, they have to be old enough to drive themselves. Ha!
I'm married to a morning person, who endlessly harasses me...augh! I can fake it, but it isn't me. He teases me if I sleep till 8am?! I don't do this often, but you would think I have committed a crime.
I love this post and I will be happy for all of you, when it is over :D
Love the cocktail thoughts, lol
Your daughter is adorable~
Delightful post. I dream of a world with no clocks nor schedules.
Good for her. Good for two more days to go.
Children and their goals and aspirations make me giggle. I love that they started excited even if it ended on a not-so-high ending!!! She looked amazing out there!
Unedited has love for ya...
Funny! At least it's not 6:00 am.
I'm not a morning person either, but I'm usually up getting ready for work between 5-5:30 am. And it sucks that it's dark out.
"Smile, smile, pant, pant" <---Ah-hahaha! So funny. You are a much better person than I, Johanna!
Allie, nights ARE festive.
Beylit, I try not to speak before 7too.
Josh, yes, AM.
Neurotic, ahh naps!
Sia, my husband is the only morning person in the house and we ALL avoid him until he's left for work.
Emily, if that works for you please let me know how you do it!
Ella, I slept until 9:30 the day after Thanksgiving. Ssshh, don't tell ;)
Gail, me too!!
Joanne, I'm holding on. Yay two more days!
Thanks Jen! Will stop by.
Oh Alex, that's so, so early!
Morgan, nope, not better. Just more of a pushover.
A whole month of crossing guard? We only did it for two weeks when I was in grade school. And it was fun, because we got unlimited movie passes for the school year.
I miss the days before Aidan started school when we could sleep in. I know I graduated from school...twice(HS & college), but I feel like I am being tortured by having to get up early and do homework again. Blah!
Mornings are hard for me...maybe especially so since I don't even like coffee...
That has to be the cutest crossing guard I've seen in a while. I used to wake up as a child to Dad's alarm clock, set to 6;15AM. Urk. It was a Baby Ben and went thus:
A-ringga-dangga-dingga-dangga-dingga-ding-adangga-dang!
One morning Dad slept in and Mom askedme to go upstairs and wake him up. I was supposed to touch his shoulder and say, sweetly, "Wake up, Daddy! It is now 7:30. Well, I stood in the doorway and yelled, at the top of my adolescent lungs:
A-RINGGA-DANGGA-DINGGA-DANGGA-DINGGA-DING-ADANGGA-DANG!!!! Dad nearly went into orbit. He did not try to kill me, though...
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