My favorite routine every morning is being able to see my boys asleep and having to wake them up. Sometimes they beat me and are awake before I can even try to wake them. I say try because sometimes it is a losing battle for me since they don’t want to get up, especially the youngest.
Youngest
Sometimes it’s as if I’m dressing a lifeless doll, since he is still half asleep as I’m dressing him. Having to put on his clothes and almost arm wrestling with him to pull up his pants and tucking in his shirt is an everyday journey. I stand him up and he just becomes a strand of spaghetti and falls back onto the bed. Sometimes he just falls on my shoulders and lays his little head and wants comfort. Love that feeling of just wanting to be hugged and feel the warmth.
Oldest
My oldest dresses himself already but sometimes I just need to give him a little push as he gets stubborn at times and doesn’t want to get dressed. Playing pretend with him helps at times and just telling him that I’m his teacher and he is the student in order for him to say “yes teacher,” and start getting dressed.
Breakfast
Once we have passed that battleground, off we go to the kitchen to make them oatmeal and get a glass of milk. The oldest is great about eating while the youngest is still half asleep. Afterward, we head to the bathroom to brush teeth, wash faces and comb their hair.
Off They Go
We then wait for my youngest son’s bus to arrive and we all walk him out and onto the bus and back inside. After five to 10 minutes we head out again to walk to my oldest son’s bus stop to wait for his bus to arrive. While walking to the bus stop I constantly let my son know that he needs to behave and listen to his teacher since he enjoys playing rather than sit still and do work. Also, just to enjoy his day and oh not to forget his jacket since he seems to forget it at times.
Once his bus arrives, I wait for him to sit and wave goodbye to me. Now that both are off to school and I love yous and goodbyes have been shared, off I go home alone to do my non-essential chores and log in to do my work from home.
P.S. Found this image on Pinterest and it is SO true! It happens EVERY weekend, it’s as if they know it’s the weekend. Just one more hour please!! What do you do to wake up your kids during school days?
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In response to the Daily Prompt: Just Another Day
my mummy woke me up all the way up to high school, and she hated it, because she cursed about it all the time. Gosh I must have been hell.
I can just imagine you and your mummy struggling every day. I guess I’m paying what I would do to my mom. I remember she used to say, “I’m going to get the water bottle and spray you if you don’t get up!” That sure would make me get up even if I didn’t want to. Ah, the good old days.
hahaha. God bless all mothers, I swear. Bless you.
my mummy woke me up all the way up to high school, and she hated it, because she cursed about it all the time. Gosh I must have been hell.
I can just imagine you and your mummy struggling every day. I guess I’m paying what I would do to my mom. I remember she used to say, “I’m going to get the water bottle and spray you if you don’t get up!” That sure would make me get up even if I didn’t want to. Ah, the good old days.
hahaha. God bless all mothers, I swear. Bless you.
One of the replies reminded me of my aunt letting my brothers and me take ice cubes into my uncle’s bed to wake him up when we visited. That was FUN!!!!
Yikes, ice cubes! I bet he would wake up with that.
I used to be woken up by my Dad and he made sure he never rushed us out of our bed hurriedly. He would gently press and massage our hands, feet and our backs while calmly talking to us to get up. That slow recovery from the sleep mode into awakening, while getting your stiff muscles stretched by an external force — I swear there’s no feeling on this earth like that.
Reminds me of me waking my boy up. 🙂
That is for sure. I believe it was a morning ritual between his own children and him. In fact we probably all did it together.
Ah, great memories for sure!