I was organizing our storage room today and came upon a trunk of college mementos. I pulled out the old photo albums and took a trip down memory lane. It appeared I was out doing something fun every Friday night, which got me thinking - What did I do on Saturday mornings? Oh yes, I remember SLEEP IN. Now, fast forward to 2008 and here's a typical Saturday morning:
3:00 a.m. - Why am I so cold? Oh, it's Natalie, sleeping in between Andrew and I and she took all the covers. I steal back a corner of the quilt (I'm too tired to carry her back to her room) and try to go back to sleep
5:30 a.m. - It's Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader having the most intense lightsaber battle right outside my bedroom door. Somehow my husband sleeps right through it. I get up and try to encourage the warriors to play Play Doh quietly in the basement.
6:00 a.m. - I hear voices, LOUD voices. Someone is looking for the charger to their Ninetendo DS (on Saturdays my kids can use their electronics - so my 2 oldest like to get an early start!) The words, "I know you took it" and "No, I didn't" go back and forth; back and forth. I put my pillow over my head and tell myself I'm a good parent for staying in bed and letting them learn to solve their own dispute.
6:30 a.m. - I swear I hear little mice in my kitchen. There's the sound of the pantry door opening and closing, the rustling of a cereal bag, and then the sound of liquid pouring. Wait a minute - there's a LOT of liquid pouring. Next I hear, "get a towel quick, she'll never know."
At this point, I can't stay in bed anymore. I tiptoe downstairs to find my 4 lil' angels making their own breakfast. The kitchen's a bit of a mess, but I'm so overcome with love at their new independence. Maybe I can't spend a relaxing Saturday morning sleeping in anymore, but I have 4 beautiful children who make every sleepless morning worth it.
Count your many blessings, name them one by one . . . .
5 comments:
I'm with you. But now that we have 1:00 church both Saturday and Sunday mornings are that way. The kids love having free reign of the house and we pay dearly every time we try and sleep in.
Love your posts--don't fade, keep writing.
I think I can remember the days when I could sleep in too. My kids get up early because they are allowed to watch TV on Saturday morning. Chad and Halle are almost independent but Sean still needs his hot chocolate first thing when he wakes up.
Who needs sleep when there is always so much excitement going on?!
How times change! I was just trying to remember the last time I slept in on a Saturday. Hmmm, how old is Asa?
I've had mornings like that. I battle between allowing the independence and being frustrated when it carries over into not respecting my authority. Which leads me to insist on them asking permission, which leads to early morning breakfast requests. Ahhhh.
I'm loving all these posts too! Go Carolyn.
That sounds so very much like our Saturday mornings. I never ever stay in bed all night long. There's always someone to cover up, a drink to get, a diaper to change, or worse. Sleep has become a luxury I don't expect much of. I thank Heavenly Father that he strengthens mothers to be able to function on less sleep than the average mortal!
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