Z – Zzzzzzz

Zzzzzzz as in snoring. As in, that’s what I wish I were doing right now.

B has never been a good sleeper. When I adopted her at 2 years, 3 months old she had the sleep habits of a newborn. It took about 6 months, but we finally got over the every-two-hours waking thing (and for those of you who may be thinking it was a transition related behavior, I can assure you that I have first hand reports that she slept this way before adoption too). Even now though, she tosses and turns later at night, and wakes up far earlier in the morning than the rest of the family.

K on the other hand, has always been a great sleeper. She has been known to fall asleep during dinner (rarely, but it’s happened a few times), and is normally asleep within minutes of lights out. Which I might add, is also about 2 hours earlier than the rest of the kids in the neighborhood, which is becoming an issue once again as it stays light longer and kids are outside playing much later. Not to mention she’s getting older herself and has a better sense of time and what her peers are doing. But she also needs the sleep, so I’m pretty strict with it. Oh, and I need the alone time.

Today is Saturday, a day we don’t have to be up and outta here till later than we do during the week. A day we could sleep in. And today, as in so many other Saturdays before, the girls were both up far earlier than necessary, far earlier than they are Monday through Friday. What is going on with that? Some days during the week I literally have to drag K out of bed. This morning I heard B shouting nonsense in her bed (a v-e-r-y annoying habit), which in turn woke up her sister, and they were both ready to start the day just after 6 am. Which is, may I say, too early in my book. Come Monday I’ll need to resort to dragging techniques yet again. Meanwhile, here we sit on the weekends with just that many more hours to enjoy them.

Yeah, that’s the way I’m going to look at it. Zzzzzz, indeed.

One response to “Z – Zzzzzzz

  1. My brother and I were always up at around 5:30 to watch cartoons on TV (this was back in the days of 3 network channels). Unfortunately the cartoons didn’t come on until 6. So we’d watch the farm report. We were old enough by that point that Mom didn’t get up with us anymore.
    And my kids?
    Payback is hell.

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