Only if you count 6:35 a.m. as sleeping in.
And we do.
To say that Daylight Savings threw Kendry for a loop would be an understatement. We fully expected the first week after the time change to be difficult, but even after that first week he continued to wake earlier and earlier.
As a friend of mine so aptly put it:
the concept of Daylight Savings was obviously not proposed by a mother.
At its worst Kendry woke at 3:45 a.m. two weeks ago.
Gah!
And because it doesn't get light until 7 a.m. now, the poor kiddo can't tell the difference between the darkness at 6:45 a.m. and the darkness at 3:45 a.m.
Light sleeper that I am, I pretty much know the second Kendry wakes up.
The sound effects go something like this:
1. Light thumps as he crawls out of his bed.
2. The clicking sound of his bedroom light being turned on.
3. The unmistakable rattle of his doorknob jostling as he opens the door.
(This knob rattles so much I am about ready to knock it out with a hammer and kiss it goodbye. Seriously.)
4. The pitter-patter of little feet across the hard floor between his room and ours.
5. Softer, padded footsteps as he crosses the carpet to my side of the bed.
(Why is it always MY side? Like Daddy is off duty or something?!)
6. And finally, the sound of another human being staring at you while you sleep pretend to sleep.
With his face a mere foot away from yours.
With his face a mere foot away from yours.
You know the sound I'm talking about.
Its eery.
Its eery.
Naturally, we usher Kendry back to bed and tell him its not time to get up yet, at which point he proceeds to doze off for 15 minutes (if we're lucky), and then come marching back into our bedroom again, certain it must be time to get up now.
Repeat this process a few more times between 3:45 a.m. and 6:00 a.m.
Thumps. Click! Rattle rattle. Pitter-patter. Eery stare.
Usually around the fifth cycle we scream "Uncle!" and padlock the kiddo's door shut with him inside.
Not really.
But don't think the thought hasn't crossed my mind.
No, at some point we conclude that it is simply going to be that kind of a day and, ever so reluctantly, we get up.
And, if you're genius parents like we are, you pour your morning coffee, plant your kiddo in front of some 5:30 a.m. Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, ponder how many other sleep-deprived parents are doing the exact same thing at that very moment because why else would Mickey be on at 5:30 a.m. unless there are kiddos awake to watch it...
...then log on to Amazon and order this clever little contraption:
Thumps. Click! Rattle rattle. Pitter-patter. Eery stare.
Usually around the fifth cycle we scream "Uncle!" and padlock the kiddo's door shut with him inside.
Not really.
But don't think the thought hasn't crossed my mind.
No, at some point we conclude that it is simply going to be that kind of a day and, ever so reluctantly, we get up.
And, if you're genius parents like we are, you pour your morning coffee, plant your kiddo in front of some 5:30 a.m. Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, ponder how many other sleep-deprived parents are doing the exact same thing at that very moment because why else would Mickey be on at 5:30 a.m. unless there are kiddos awake to watch it...
...then log on to Amazon and order this clever little contraption:
Teach Me Time Talking Alarm Clock and Nightlight
How genius is this?
This clock glows a really light yellow throughout the night, a sort of nightlight if you will.
When it hits the preset time (aka: the very earliest time Mommy and Daddy will allow the kiddo out of bed) the light yellow switches into a bright green.*
"It is now okay to leave your room, Kendry."
It doesn't really say that, but thats what I envision my kiddo saying to himself when he sees the green.
We have it set for 6:35 a.m.
A much better alternative to 3:45 a.m., don't you think?
Three of the last four days Kendry has succeeeded in staying in his room until getting the "green light" to come out.
And that is how peace has been restored to our mornings.
Except now the pattern goes like this:
Thumps. Click! Rattle rattle. Pitter-patter. Eery stare.
"Mom! My clock is green! Come see!"
Shouting before 6:45 a.m.?
Oh well.
You can't win 'em all.
How genius is this?
This clock glows a really light yellow throughout the night, a sort of nightlight if you will.
When it hits the preset time (aka: the very earliest time Mommy and Daddy will allow the kiddo out of bed) the light yellow switches into a bright green.*
"It is now okay to leave your room, Kendry."
It doesn't really say that, but thats what I envision my kiddo saying to himself when he sees the green.
We have it set for 6:35 a.m.
A much better alternative to 3:45 a.m., don't you think?
Three of the last four days Kendry has succeeeded in staying in his room until getting the "green light" to come out.
And that is how peace has been restored to our mornings.
Except now the pattern goes like this:
Thumps. Click! Rattle rattle. Pitter-patter. Eery stare.
"Mom! My clock is green! Come see!"
Shouting before 6:45 a.m.?
Oh well.
You can't win 'em all.
*In case you can't tell by the product name, this clock is also designed to help your older kiddo learn to tell time.
