There is a delicate balance between good and bad at our house in the mornings. Well, school mornings.
I consider myself a morning person. Now, I don’t get up the first time the alarm goes off, generally I “snooze” twice (or should I say my husband “snoozes” twice since the alarm is on his side of the bed). The alarm is set for 5:30 and I am up at 5:44. Once I am up, I’m up for the day.
My oldest daughter, Shelby, is like me. When I wake her up in the morning she doesn’t hop right out of bed, but she usually gets up the second time I go in to get her. Then her first order of business is food. After that she is very chatty, which annoys Maggie, my middle child. I have learned over the years that speaking to Maggie in the morning is not a good idea so I indirectly wake her up. How does someone “indirectly” wake someone? Well, the girls share a room so when I wake Shelby up Maggie gets woken up by default. I make an effort not to speak to Maggie until spoken to. This is an unspoken (no pun intended) agreement we have.
I know you are all wondering why am I still waking my high school students in the mornings. We have tried the alarm clock thing but both of the girls just sleep through it. I am doing them a disservice, of this I am fully aware.
Anyway, my son is a whole other breed of morning person. Or should I say non-morning person.
I have attempted all manners of waking him up. I have been all sweet and lovey and huggy kissy. I have offered up rewards for getting out of bed. I have handed down punishment for not getting out of bed. I have tried putting in an alarm clock, which he sleeps through. For the most part I go in and gently shake him and tell him it’s time to get up. He groans. I tell him his choices for breakfast and he always chooses what I don’t have. He groans. I start breakfast then go back in to tell him a little bit firmer (and louder) that it is time to get up. He groans.
By the time I finally get him out of bed he is running late and is mad at the world. He is mad about picking out his clothes, he is mad about eating breakfast, he is mad because his sisters are in the bathroom (unfortunately the three of them share), he doesn’t want to go to school, he doesn’t want to ride the bus, he doesn’t want to do anything but put his head back under the covers. Every morning he leaves the house with scowl on his face and thoroughly angry at me.
There are some mornings that I feel like I’m on the verge of snapping but at the same time I feel bad for my son and I hate the thought of him going to school in such a bad mood. It can’t make for a very productive day. Some mornings I am certain that I would be shouting at him at the top of my lungs if my husband wasn’t still sleeping (he’s not a morning person either and feels for the little guy).
Today he didn’t even tell me goodbye and almost missed the bus. I have reached the end of my rope. I don’t know what else to do. It doesn’t matter what time he goes to bed, if I have to wake him, he is pissed. I need some advice. How do you get your kids out of bed in the morning? There has to be some trick that I am missing out on.