6:41 a.m.
Pitter-patter of little feet down the hall.
Junior: Mom? MOM? I'm awake.
Me: It's still early, Junior. Try to go back to sleep.
Junior: Okaaaaaay.
Pitter-patter of little feet back down the hall.
Chuck: Why must they get up at the ass crack of dawn? Why? [Immediately falls back asleep]
Me: I'm soooooooo tired.
Chuck: Zzzzzzzzzzzz. Huh? You sleep in. I'll get up with the kids. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
6:52 a.m.
Everett: Moooooooooom! Daaaaaaaaaaaaad! Waaaaaaaake!
Me: Damn them!
Chuck: Huh? I'll get up. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Pitter-patter of little feet down the hall.
Junior: Mom? Everett's awake. Can I get up?
Me: It's still the, um, middle of the night, Junior. Go back to sleep.
Junior: But Everett's awake. And I can see the sun.
Me: Just try, okay? Both of you.
Pitter-patter of little feet back down the hall.
Chuck: What time is it?
Me: Not even 7.
Chuck: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
7:04 a.m.
Cat: Meow. Meow. Meeoooooooooow.
Everett: Meeoooooooooow! Kitty! Meow! Kitty! 'Mere, kitty!
Me: Damn that cat!
Chuck: Huh? I'll get up. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Pitter-patter of little feet down the hall.
Junior: Mom? The cat's keeping me awake.
Me: Guys? It's still really early. Everyone please try to rest for just a little more...
Pitter-patter of little feet back down the hall.
Cat: Meow. Meow. Meeoooooooooow. Meow. Meow.
Everett: Kitty! 'Mere, kitty! Meow, kitty!
Me: That mother fucking cat!
Chuck: Huh? Go back to sleep, honey. I'll get up. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
7:13 a.m.
Everett: Knock, knock!
Junior: Who's there?
Everett: Banana!
Junior: Banana who?
Everett: Knock knock!
Cat: Meow.
Me: Sigh.
Chuck: I'll get up. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
7:26 a.m.
Pitter-patter of little feet down the hall.
Junior: Mom? Is it morning yet?
Me: It just turned morning. Like seconds ago.
Junior: My clock says 7.
Me: That's really early.
Pitter-patter of little feet back down the hall.
Everett: Knock, knock.
Junior: Who's there?
Everett: Knock, knock.
Me: Chuck, remember you said you'd get up?
Chuck: I am. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
7:31 a.m.
Everett: Down! Downstairs!
Junior: Ssssssssh, Everett. Quiet!
Everett: Downstairs!
Me: I'm coming, Everett.
Chuck: I said I'd get up. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Me: Honey, you're not even awake.
Chuck: I am. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Everett: Down, now! Downstairs!
Junior: Everett. It's still night!
Everett: Downstairs!
Me: I'm soooooooo tired.
Junior: Everett's keeping me awake! Moooooooom!
Me: HONEY??????????
Chuck: Huh? Right. I'm getting up. Right now.
Plodding feet down the hall.
Everett: Dad!
Junior: Hooray!
Stampede down the stairs.
Chuck: Guys, guys, quiet down. Let's let Mom sleep.
Me: [to cat] You let out one fucking meow and you're toast.
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So whadyaget - 10 more minutes?
My mornings exactly--only it's demands for food that usually bring them to me.
I don't even bother anymore, I just get up. What's the point?
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She gets to sleep in.
Find one.
You're talking to someone whose dogs hang on the edge of the bed waiting for her to make the slightest move so they can have breakfast.
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