I just thought I’d give y’all a little peak into my morning today. This is the account (best I can remember) from 4:17 a.m. to 5:43 a.m. The sad part is, this sort of thing happens on a regular basis. If any of you know how to get my children to sleep later, please let me know. I’m in search of a wake/sleep clock for Reed. I was looking for a reasonably priced one but after this morning. I’m willing to pay a small fortune for one if it works.
4:17-Reed is at my door reading a book that makes noise.
4:18-Reed is back in bed with a threat on his life if he gets out of his bed again. He tells me he wants breakfast. I tell him it is still dark outside and not time for breakfast. I do not win points for this.
4:19-Back in my bed.
4:22-Gaines is awake and crying. Trying to be tough and let him cry it out but he’s right next to us and the pillow over my head is not cutting it.
4:32-I give up and move to the couch (Beau’s night with Gaines…my turn with Reed) but can still hear Gaines…through my pillow that is on my head again.
5:00 or so…crying stops
5:13-Reed needs to go potty.
5:14-Reed tells me he wants a banana next week. I say fine and don’t ask any questions.
5:15-I almost gave in and let him watch cartoons until 5:45. He wanted Berenstain Bears or Veggie Tales DVD. I offered Disney channel as I was not about to find and start a DVD.
5:16-Disney does not cut it and Reed freaks and cries on the floor. There are convulsions involved. I tell him fine…he can watch nothing and turn off the TV with as much authority as you can turn off a TV with one finger. I am the meanest mom.
5:17-Reed cries for a while…”I want my daddy…I want my daddy”.
5:18-I’m back on the couch pillow over my head again plotting his punishment if he wakes up Gaines.
5:26ish-The cries turn from “I want daddy” to, “I found money”…still crying. I don’t know why that was sad.
5:32- I realize that he is standing at our bedroom door in serious jeopardy of waking up Gaines…again.
5:33-I get off the couch and go get him and let him put the dime he found in his piggy bank.
5:34- Turn on the light and offer to let him read in bed. He wants to read his Bible. That’s awesome, but I can’t find it. He tells me he put it behind his headboard so I get on the floor and scrounge around under the bed until I find it.
5:35-I leave him in his bed “reading” and threaten his life again if he leaves his room in the next 10 minutes.
5:36-I am still holding strong on my new “Do not leave your room before 5:45 a.m.” mantra. I feel a little self satisfaction despite being bitterly tired.
5:43-I hear Reed in the dining room and give up. 5:43 is pretty close to 5:45.
Say a prayer for my sanity.