Meet the Housewives
Good Morning, Sunshine!
I am not a morning person.
I have never been a morning person.
I'm going to go out on a limb here and say something radical.
I'm never going to be a morning person.
Middle school has been a real
, if you will. It starts incredibly early. We wake at 6 a.m. every weekday morning to be sure to make the bus.
A certain red-head in my family has decided to hate mornings.
He refused my requests to set his alarm.
It started with some complaining, then this appeared on his door one morning.
It was dark and I didn't see it. Upon wakening the boy, he referred me to the sign on his door.
Believe me, he got up anyway.
He came home to this.
And quickly amended to this.
"Do not ignore the sign above this one!
*even if you can't read"
Game on, my boy.
And there's this chalkboard painted onto the wall outside the boys rooms...
He thought he found a loophole...
Of course I just removed the paper.
You probably guessed that.
Victory was mine and Michael admitted defeat.
But the real solution is this. I am no longer a human alarm clock. I informed the crazed red-headed boy that he would be waking himself up in the mornings from now on.
There was wailing and gnashing of teeth.
He said it wasn't going to happen.
I just smiled sweetly and said that I would be happy to wake him up for school every morning. It would only cost a dollar per day. He thought I wouldn't make him pay. I gave him another big smile and walked away.
I haven't needed to collect that dollar yet.
First they ignore you,
then they laugh at you,
then they fight you,
then you win.
~ Mahatma Gandhi
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