I am so not a morning person. Never have been, never will be. My mom used to call me a dragon in the morning because my demeanor was so crude. Now that I’m a mom, I can’t really say that I’ve improved that much. I’m no longer nasty and unpleasant, but I can’t really say that I’m the happiest and most friendly in the early morning. Especially so if I’ve had a visitor or two in the wee hours of the night because yes that’s happened too many times. I mean seriously sometimes one leaves, I lay down in bed, and then another one walks in right after. I turn into a monster when I’m woken up in the middle of the night. I just love my sleep. Always have, always will.
So clearly, I loathe waking up early now that I’m a mom and have people to get ready and supervise in the morning. But it’s a given once you become a parent, like it or not. I used to think that a 7:30am wakeup for full time work before kids was crazy early. HA! I’m lucky if I get to sleep until 7:30am uninterrupted on a Saturday. It’s amazing how parenthood changes your perspective on everything. As I’ve already discussed in a prior post (Click here – Party of 5) , I like to use every single second available to my benefit. In this case, I sleep as late as technically possible. However, a new situation has now arose and has me wondering if this is a total parental fail, ie. Bad Mom moment.
It’s about 2 minutes before my alarm is set to go off and in walks L. “Mommy, it’s time to wake up.” Huh, I grunt?! “Mommy, you have to wake up now. I need you to help me get ready for school.” Ok, seriously… Did my second grader just wake ME up?! Not only am I annoyed because I still had 2 good, solid minutes left to snooze, but my child just one-upped me. I might make a ton of mistakes, but I’m a pretty darn good responsible parent. And yet, my seven year old knows better than me that it’s time to wake up and get ready for the day, two minutes left to go or not. This scenario has played out now a few more times.
It’s one thing to be woken up by your kids on a weekend when you have no where to go and they’re just happy it’s Saturday. But, during the school week when you definitely have parental responsibilities waiting for you, it just seems wrong. I have an eerie feeling that this kinda, sort of, is a parental fail. Shouldn’t I be waking up earlier to greet HER in the morning? And yet, here she is wide awake, waking me up, and sometimes she’s already eaten breakfast!
What can I take away from this situation? The bad mom in me says screw it. Two minutes is priceless when you’re still toasty in your bed, dreaming of a kid-free vacation. The good mom in me says grow up. Two minutes is nothing in the grand scheme of things. Parenthood means sacrifices. You don’t need your child growing up with memories of what a lazy mom she had. We have to teach responsibility with more than just our words. Actions will always speak louder. For this mom that means I have to woman-up and wake up before her with a smile on my face whether it’s fake or not.
Mama’s Mantra: Sometimes we have to make sacrifices as a parent whether we like it or not. So suck it up and put a smile on your face because your kids will love you for it.