Sinfully late by most people's kid standards.
But when Jay was working second shift, he'd get home around 12:30/1:00 in the morning, so by keeping them up just a wee bit later they'd sleep until 8ish so that he could get a decent amount of sleep.
I can't say whether their new shift to wake earlier has come as part of the slight chaos that hubby's new work schedule has caused to our routine, or just because Nick's getting older and needs less sleep, but its commonplace for him to wake around 7, sometimes earlier.
Only when he does, he wakes his brother, too, and more often than not, 7 am is too damn early for either of them to be awake.
This is painfully obvious around 11:30 when they're both ugly and crying and constantly at each other's throats.
And naptime is still HOURS away.
Now that Jay has weekend's where, at 7 am, he's long since started his shift at work, this also means Mommy gets no happy weekend sleep-in time.
So imagine my lovely surprise to hear Nick get up to use the bathroom this past Saturday (clock check: 6:50 am) and then hear him go back to his room. Followed by quiet.
No giggling, no rough-housing, no "MOOOM! HE'S TOUCHING MY EARS!!!"
Silence. Lovely, lovely silence.
So a snoozin' I did go.
Much later, I woke to those familiar giggling sounds, backed by the murmur of the TV tuned to Noggin. (Yes, my four year old knows that channel 10 is PBS and 301 is Noggin so they no longer sit in the mornings watching the news or some completely inappropriate show on whatever channel the TV happened to be tuned to last. Clock check: 8:10 am. Momma's happy.)
I stretch, yawn, and make my way to the living room.
Where I find my cherubic young lads eating an entire box of Girl Scout cookies.
Don't say they're not resourceful - Daddy left the box out on the kitchen counter where only a chair was needed to retrieve them. Why wake Mom for breakfast when you can gorge yourself on chocolate covered Thanks-a-lots?
To award them for their skillfulness and ability to care for themselves (cuz, dood, I know 20-year-olds who can't do that) I thanked them for that extra hour of sleep and just handed them each a cup of milk to go with their cookies.
Besides...I didn't have to cook breakfast.
SO - share with me again. What did YOU do this past week that was "Mom of the Year" worthy? Leave a comment with your snafu and this week you could win a (slightly used) copy of Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner. Which you can read while you let your kids watch "just one more show".
And yes, we'll probably laugh at your gaff, but that's the point. None of us are perfect, but we're still good Mommies.
Last week's winner was Kelly:
I too left a bag of groceries sitting out over night. Only, my bag included the bologna for the kids lunches the next day. I sent my kids to bed at 6:30 one night because I had just had enough for the day. They asked me 3 times why they
had to go to bed during the daytime. Also, I let them dig a hole "to China" in
the driveway (my husband's gonna freak) so that I could get enough quiet time to
answer a few emails. June Cleaver, I am not!!
I love that Kelly's kids are so adventurous as to want to get to China. Kelly, email me so I can get you your prize!!!
This contest closes next Friday, May 8th.