This is my B-Man. Five years of energy like a pinball. Bouncing off the wall and clinging to the ceiling. I'm not kidding. He starts when he gets up and he finishes sometime after he goes to sleep. He loves Star Wars and cars. Which is great because Hot Wheels came out with a line of Star Wars cars. This little nugget of cuteness is, dare I admit it... a morning person. UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!! We all know how I feel about mornings. Look at that face though, how can you say no? I'll tell you how.
Picture this: It's before daylight. The birds have just started to make noise (stupid birds). I can hear the lambs down the road (grrr). I roll over and fall back to sleep. WHAM!!!!!!!! My door flies open. What the!?!?! I was in REM sleep, I wasn't prepared for this. I bolt upright in bed and flip around. Aaron makes a snort-y sound in his CPAP mask.
"Mommy!!" my enthusiastic son yells, "The sun is coming up! Do you want to watch the sun rise?!"
This is the part in the story where people usually says "awwww, isn't that cute?" No. No it's not. Okay maybe a little, but like I said before... any time before 11 am... Nuh-uh, not here sister. I like my sleep.
I call it is "Anna" moment, you know, "the sky's awake, so I'm awake"? Okay maybe if you're not a parent you don't know, but it happens in the Frozen movie, I promise.
Oh what can I say? I just love him to pieces, even if it means early morning wake up calls. He's a good kid, when he's at other peoples houses. I guess that means we're doing something right. What can I say? He's a chip off the old block, which means by the time he's 13 he'll be sleeping til noon.... sweeeeet.
Yesterday I posted about the conversation I had with my son where he said he wanted to get me whatever I wanted. It's okay if you didn't read it, I can wait while you get caught up. Anyway, here is the reality of how Mother's day morning actually went down. Please note, that due to an unfortunate event my husband and I had to re-locate our bedroom upstairs next to the kids. More on that later as I'm sure it's going to be a doozy of a week.
It's lighter upstairs than it is downstairs so when the sun started to rise, so did my internal clock. One good thing about a basement bedroom is you can fool yourself. I tossed, turned, rolled back over and went to sleep. BOOM! My daughter's feet hit the floor. Now this is a kid that N-E-V-E-R gets up early. I mean, she's my daughter for a reason. I hear the door creak open and then someone is tapping me on the shoulder. One eye creaks open, "whachoo wan?" I say sleepily. "HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. I put your gift on top of you."
All of sudden my son gets in on the action. (Don't these kids sleep!?!) He comes bounding into the room and gives me his gift. As well as a detailed description of what it is. At this point I'm still barely coherent and I mutter a tired, "thanks." They then proceed out to the living room, I glance at my watch 6:15. UGH! Is there even a TIME before 11AM???? I rolled back over, only to be bombarded with screaming, yelling and crying. Great! They're fighting on Mother's Day. No, not even that... they're fighting BEFORE Mother's Day because it's still TOO FREAKING EARLY!
I do the only thing I can think of. I separate them and send them to their rooms. Back to blissful sleep. "MOM! When can I get out of my room?" Oh for heaven's sake! Seriously!!? Not even 15 minutes of rest? I have to help in the nursery today, I don't want to cry more than the babies, that sounds a little redundant if you ask me. "Fine. You can come out of your rooms, but you'd better get along!" Roll back over, fall back to sleep.
When I finally get up I see their gifts next to me. I pick them up and really get to appreciate them. B-Man made me a placemat with stickers that say 'super' and an orange ribbon around the outside. Honey made me a card telling all the characteristics she sees in me. Caring, empathetic, loving. It tells a short story. I'm not a quitter. Huh. Suddenly it all just makes sense and falls into place. This is a pretty cool Mother's Day after all.
"Mommy... What do you want for Mother's Day? I want to get you whatever you want!" Now this I can see working in my benefit!
Isn't my son awesome?! These statements just melt my heart. He's such a sweet kid! I thought about it, or at least pretended to think about it. "Sleep", I said. He seemed to be satisfied by this. He even replied "Okay, I'm going to let you sleep as looooonnnggg as you want!" (I knew he was my favourite son for a reason!)
To be honest, I didn't put much thought into our little conversation for the rest of the day. The next morning however, I realized that my son had really meant what he said and was determined to keep his commitment. I heard the feet across the kitchen floor above me, down the stairs and across the (what will end up as) Star Wars room. Check out my about page, I'm a secret nerd. The door creaks open and I hear whispered very quietly...
"Mommy, is it Mother's Day?"
"Mrrrrggggghhh, No," I reply. I meant it when I posted that I hated to wake up!
"Oh good!!," big loud voice, bouncing, bounding steps- he comes over to my side of the bed, "Can you put you tube on the computer?"
UUuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh...... "Yeah Bud, I can put you tube on." (Disclaimer: We are responsible parents and have rules. He can't watch just anything.) I slowly drag myself out of bed and half-sleep walk up to the kitchen table. I check the time... 6:39. At least tomorrow I can sleep in.
Jokes on me though, I have to get up early to help in the nursery at church!
What's your favourite Mother's Day memory?
You know the saying, the grass is always greener on the other side? This is my attempt to find greener grass right where I am in my life.
BTW - I'm the one on the right, just in case you didn't already know that.