It’s Light Outside!

There are a lot of adjectives you can use to describe kids — some nice and some not so nice, especially when they’re having shit fits over bathing — and one of those adjectives is “inconsistent.” Some days Baby Girl loves oatmeal. Other days she closes her eyes (because not seeing it means it can’t go in her mouth, I guess) and rejects it, saying “I not like it, Mommy!” Some days (well, most days) she acts like hair clips are the scourge of the earth. Other days, namely when I can’t find any, they’re declared to be her favorite thing and must be worn immediately, or face her wrath.

Little Man is known for having some inconsistencies, too. His big one is his sleep schedule. During the week, when he goes to bed earlier, it’s a pain in the butt to drag him out of bed on school mornings. He acts like we’re torturing him, tells people (such as the doctor once) that he never sleeps, and moves at a snail’s pace because he just can’t eat, get dressed, brush his teeth. (It’s so bad that when we lived next to his old elementary school, he still got too many tardies and had to do recovery time. And at his current school, which is 20 minutes away, I’m pretty sure he has set a record for tardies. We’re those parents.)

Most people hate getting up in the mornings. Especially me. Sleep and I are not besties, thanks to a combination of insomnia and other things, so I get it. Having to get up early and having to get ready to go somewhere seem to amplify the tired factor, so, again, I get it.

But here’s the kicker — and I think a lot of parents probably feel my pain on this one — while the need to sleep in is real during the school week (the school week in which the kiddo goes to bed two hours earlier on average), he wakes up at the crack of dawn most of the time on weekends and is ready to go. 

Why? Why?! I know kids (and pretty much everyone) get excited about the weekend, but for crying out loud, rest up. Especially if you’re someone who complains that you never get enough sleep during the week — don’t sleep less, get up earlier, and act like the perkiest person in the world. That’s just craziness.

Do y’all deal with the “I can’t possibly move during school week, but here I am, bright eyed and bushy tailed on the weekends” thing?

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Author: Erika

Iโ€™m a SAHM to two kids. When Iโ€™m not doing all the typical mom things (diapers, soccer, etc.), I like writing, reading, and playing games. Clearly I live the life of a rock star.

16 thoughts on “It’s Light Outside!”

  1. Sounds like my kids on the weekend too. During the week, the house is so peaceful in the morning. Come the weekend though, at the crack of dawn it literally sounds like a pack of wild dogs has taken over our house. My husband and I have a rule that the kids can’t come in our room until at least 7:00 AM (not that the kids actually listen or anything…).

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  2. This totally describes my boys! Nobody wants to get in the morning up on school days, but by God, they’ll jump out of bed before sunrise on the weekend or any other non school day to play on their various electronic devices. Who needs sleep, anyway? Oh, right. I do. But not those two. ๐Ÿ˜

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  3. Nope, not mine. The oldest is up at 6 am every day of the freakin’ week, school or not. He was a farmer in his former life. The youngest likes his sleep. I have to wake him to get ready for school and he sleeps in on the weekends.

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