annieology

I am not a morning person.  I can get up and function and even work a high powered corporate job, or a meaningless minimum waged job.  I cannot, however, be spoken to.  Don’t even try speaking to me if the sun is not up until I’ve had a hot shower and a cold Coke.

God, for some reason, has seen fit to bless me with some morning children.  I have one child whose job it is to tell the roosters to crow.  Unfortunately, he cannot do this without his helper friends and rouses them too.  It’s not bad enough that he’s merely awake in the pre-dawn hours, but he also has to be in a good and playful mood.

Annoying is what it is.

During the summer this worked to our advantage.  Not having to be anywhere at anytime we’d lay in bed a little longer than usual.  Yes, this includes Daddy Awesome.  He works about 10 feet from where he sleeps and he’s the boss of him, so sleeping in is allowed.  Well, at the crack of dawn, Boog, our bright and shiny boy would wake up.  I schooled him a bit about waking mommy up.  I need presents.  So, every morning he would make some sort of gift for me and leave it on my nightstand.  Daddy Awesome likes Monster in the morning.  So, Boog would get for him his Monster.  Of course there was a breakdown in communication somewhere and Boog would always ask Daddy Awesome if he wanted his “beer”.    Then Boog would notice my feet hanging out the end of the bed and rub them for me.

So, let me paint this picture a little more clearly, in building my defense.  Our little orphan child, whom we’ve bestowed the name Boog, would get up before dawn to make me a gift, appeasing the crazy woman I was sure to be.  Then he was in charge of bringing Daddy a “beer” and then rubbing my feet until I woke up.

If that isn’t a Dr. Phil moment in the making….

Well, since school has started there is no time for lounging.  Daddy is up first because he now has a time line, being getting the elementary kids to school by 7:50.  And he walks them.  We live like eight blocks from the school.  Although when we first arrived in the City by the Sea, we lived a mere three blocks from school.  Our neighbor asked us to join the carpool.

Three blocks from school.

Not a fake carpool where we had one adult walking all the kids to school, an actual get in the car, drive to the neighbors house, pick up the kids there, do that a couple more times and then drive THREE BLOCKS.

Anyway, since Daddy Awesome has to leave the house by 7:30 he has to make sure there is nothing on fire work wise before doing so.  That means no time for lounging.  So when Boog wakes up, he’s without a purpose.  When Boog is without something to do, he usually starts something.  He wakes up the sleepy heads, the anxiety riddled sleepy heads who need structure and routine.

And that’s how the fight started.

There I am, without a gift or a foot rub, without a shower or a Coke, trying to keep the restless natives rested.  It ain’t pretty.

Last week, in addition to the fighting, and anxiety, Dagan and the boyfriend were here.  He’s a morning tv watcher.  Morning Nascar tv watcher.

“I’m pretty sure that race ain’t live.  Record it and watch it later.”

So, new rules.

1. Stay in your room until someone comes to get you.
2. No tv.
3. No noise making toys.
4. No talking.
5. No hovering.
6. No pacing through the kitchen.

Get up, get dressed, sit down, eat, brush your teeth.  Once your teeth are brushed you can talk, but only if it’s important.

By then the caffeine should have made it’s first lap.

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