This is one of those stupid situations that you have in your life that you feel like is NEVER going to end, and then one day it's all over, and suddenly it's YEARS later, and maybe you can sit down and laugh, and say to someone:
"Ha ha! Remember when my daughter was young and she would NOT stop waking up at FIVE even though it drove me crazy? And remember how no matter how many times I asked her to just be quiet and not wake anyone up, she'd wake up her brother every day and then HE'D be an unlivable GROUCH for the rest of the day? Ha! And then I'D be SUPER TIRED ALL DAY, so basically the whole family would be fighting by dinner time?
Remember how I'd feel all in despair because no matter WHAT THE HELL I tried to do, she'd STILL WAKE UP AT THAT STUPID UNGODLY STILL BLACK A$$ CRACK HOUR OF THE DAY? And Then SHE'D be so tired by noon that she was unbearable, and when I came to get her after school it would be TANTRUM CITY???
That was funny eh? I thought it would NEVER END!"
So, my daughter is an early riser. She wakes up at a stupid time. I can call it stupid because a) we're not FARMERS and b) we're not GO-GETTERS. Therefore, any hour with the number 5 in front of it is RIDICULOUS.
I know what you're going to say, some of you, and seriously? It will bring me NO comfort. You're going to say; "karen, I'm one of those people that will drive you crazy because I actually LIKE getting up at FIVE. Tee hee! Yes, but karen, I get up at FIVE so I can have some peace and quiet before all the kids get up."
And that's fine. I can dig that. I respect it. Why? Because YOU are probably not up singing Justin Bieber tunes as loud as you can, and reorganizing the VALLEY OF THE DOLLS in your bedroom. You know--you need to get up and set up Barbie's apartment by DROPPING most of the furniture on the hardwood floor?
No. You probably put on slippers so your feet would make barely any noise, stealthily made yourself a hot beverage, and sat in front of the computer quietly reading some news.
maybe you got up, slipped on your SPORT GEAR closed the door with a quiet "shnick" and headed off for a jog.
you slipped out of bed to do some ZEN YOGA, but nobody even realised you were up.
I think I'm actually ready to give up.
Yes, I, karen Somethingorother, am ready to give up. And I never give up. NEVER! NEVER SURRENDER UNTIL YOU'RE UNDER THE DIRT PEOPLE!!!
I have googled what to do when your little person is an early bird. I have put a digital clock in her room and had the nice little conversation:
Rational me: "see this Ella? What number is this? It's a 4, right? If you see a 4, 5, or a 6, then you say 'oops! It's still NIGHT TIME! I'm going to go back to sleep!' and then you stay in bed until the clock says 7, okay honey?"
That worked a couple of times. Then it stopped working. So I changed it to her being allowed to come downstairs at 6:30. Then it was 6:00. Then it got changed to "just be QUIET until 7:00." Then it was "DON'T WAKE YOUR BROTHER UP. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO GO SNUGGLE WITH YOUR BROTHER UNTIL IT'S 7:00."
I tried keeping her awake till after 8 PM.
I tried adjusting the times the airconditioner/furnace would come on, so it wouldn't start the waking up process.
I tried a night light in her room, hoping that she wouldn't wake up at 4 any more to put her bedside lamp on, thus starting the waking process.
I appealed to that psychotic need of a pre-schooler/kindergartener to WIN, WIN, WIN AT EVERYTHING. Yeah, I told her that if I heard her get up too early, I would win, and if she got up at 7, SHE would win.
That worked once.
Then I pulled out my biggest weapon:
SANTA. Yes, that's right. I'm not at all above invoking the power of SANTA as a means of controlling my kids when they're maniacs.
Picture, for example, an epic Saturday SMACK FEST. There will be some punching, some pinching, and some good old fashioned hair pulling. Both will be screaming and crying, but neither of them will stay away from each other.
I casually say this: "Sigh. Looks like I'm going to have to CALL SANTA."
Kids: "NO MOM! NO MOM! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!
me: "but I think he DESERVES to know what's going on."
and then, miraculously:
"WE'LL BE GOOD! WE'LL STOP FIGHTING!"
But, I think I've been using that one too much. And I'm worried that in Ella's eyes Santa will go from this:
|Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas little ones! And thanks for the cookies! They were AWESOME!|
|WHO'S THE LITTLE SH*T WHO'S CAUSING ALL THE TROUBLE?!? IS IT YOU? IT'S YOU ISN'T IT! ISN'T IT!!!!!!!! |
So, I have to stop doing that. Besides, it's not working anyway. What I need to do is go back to my old stand-by:
"The Parents' HOTLINE."
Oh come on. You've never pretend-phoned THE PARENTS' HOTLINE??? I've mock-phoned THE HOTLINE all the time. If you don't have kids, you may find it hard to imagine that there are times when you just can not. make. them. stop. fighting. You get like a minute's respite, and then they're back at it, with the wailing and the freaking and the tattling.
ingenious me: "That's it. I'm calling."
kids: "WHO ARE YOU CALLING, MOM?!?"
me: "THE HOTLINE."
Then you flip your cell phone open, and you either move your lips around to make it look like you're talking, if your kids are far enough away, or you actually do talk, like this:
me: "yeah, hi, is this THE HOTLINE? Yeah, well, I just don't know what to do anymore. They won't stop fighting. Uh-huh......yeah....mm-hmm....*sigh* Okay. I'll try that and see if it works. Thanks."
And all the while, your kids will be going bananas.
Kids: "WHAT DID THEY SAY? ARE THEY COMING OVER?!?"
me (saddened): "No, they're not coming over. They just said to call again when I feel really sad."
Do you know I once called the hotline, in the lake, at the beach? Yeah, I actually did the fake phone hand thing, by sticking out my thumb and pointy finger and putting my hand up to my face and pretending to talk.
And it worked.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Today Ella got up at 5:50. I don't know what time she actually WOKE UP, but there the kids were, with EVERY LIGHT BLAZING AWAY downstairs, and me flipping out of bed all homicidal. I made Jack go back to bed to try to get a little more sleep. That poor kid doesn't fall asleep easily at night, and he's super tired if he gets up too early.
But I give up. I'm thinking that the next plan will be that if she wakes up that early, she has to come straight downstairs and put that idiotic TV on. I don't know what else to do.
And Santa's sick of me calling him anyway.