I think I've mentioned before that I've been accused of being a perky morning person. Yesterday, I went to wake up Lucy. Sometimes I feel guilty standing at the bottom of my stairs yelling politely what day it is and to wake up and hurry already while I get breakfast ready and slurp down some coffee. So, today I opted to be nice mommy since it worked so well earlier, and as I explained to the kids to wake up, I went into their rooms to confirm their awakeness.
Max was already awake. Lucy buried deeper under her comforter. My how the roles have changed. A far cry from just weeks ago when Lucy would get up at 6a.m. and knowing she couldn't wake us until 7a.m., simply read out loud until one of us (me) got up to tell her to be quiet. "Well, Mommy, if you're already awake can we go downstairs and talk?"
Since the dawn of their 7 year history Lucy is the first to sleep, the first to wake up. Max compliments that being the last to sleep, the last to get up. And now, they've flip-flopped on me. Even better was the conversation I was about to have with my sweet little girl.
"Luuuuuuccccccyyyyyyy! It's time to wakey-wakey! I'm making pancakes and..."
"MOM - could we puhlease set my alarm from now on so you don't come in and wake me up."
"You'd rather hear the blare of an alarm clock like this: BEEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Then to have me wake you up?"
"Yes, because the alarm clock doesn't say 'WAKEY WAKEY!' like you do."
Every roommate I've ever had has made the same request, hunny.
So, I waited until she fell asleep tonight, and then I snuck in and set her alarm thinking I was outsmarting her. Her princess slumber would be so rudely awakened by the annoying fire alarm signal of her alarm clock and then she would wish and hope Mommy would be singing WAKEY! WAKEY! instead. Mwwwahahaha! Such a brilliant master plan, don't you think?
I woke up giggling at the delight "learnin her a lesson" because her alarm was about to go off and this was going to be hillarious. Oh sweet mommy justice. The alarm goes off, keeps going. No movement. Ricardo gets up, walks in to find Lucy wide-eyed and smiling back at him. And then she just started in one long explanation about her dream and how she thought the alarm was part of her dream, yada yada yada.
I met up with her in the hallway, and with a little smirk on my face said, "Soooooo, how was that alarm clock?"
"Great mom!" And then she bounced down the stairs happy as can be.
My plan backfired. Dangit. Wakey Wakey to me, I guess.
That's how I roll.
When she moves away to college (many years from now of course), you so have to get her an alarm clock where you can record yourself saying "Wakey, wakey!" I can sympathize with the poor girl. My mom is a relentless morning person too. She used to rip open the curtains and sing in the mornings. Ahhhh! Just the thought still makes me shudder. ;)