morning grumbles

I am not a morning person. I would like to be, but as years go by some things you just accept, like gas after a big bowl of chili.

My kids are also not morning people, which is to be expected as I am their not so shining example of how one faces the morning. That is with snarls, grumbles, incoherence and bleary eyes. Until the first batch of caffeine hits the blood stream and helps me inch that one step closer to my normal humanity.

As Ace gets older, his teenage brain and body want more and more sleep, so it's really hard to get him moving in the wee hours. The alarms go off, some thoughts of getting out of bed are there, I'm certain because he mumbles about the first important thing on his mind "what's for breakfast?", but then the brain shuts down and he fades off again.

I squawk, literally, a few times that it's time to get out of bed before I start yelling like a banshee. Because really, it's a pain for me to get moving in the morning and having to continually re-wake him is often more than my morning fuse can handle.

Perhaps it's time to start pouring water on his head after the second alarm goes off? I can do that wordlessly and maybe that will end the cycle of my getting more and more annoyed as the time goes by without him actually getting out of bed. He'll probably get royally pissed off, but that should get his blood pumping and energize his lazy self, wouldn't you think?

And I can take that energy to fuel my day with a few perverse parental memories.