Don't Shoot the Messenger
I remember the days when I sorely wished my kids would sleep in. Like, I would've given my right boob (or actually maybe my left one, which at the time was bigger) just to be able to sleep in until like ... 7:30. There was even a time when I thought there was something abnormal about my kids because they woke up sooooo early, so consistently — and even when they got older, they never seemed to sleep more like everybody said they would. But now that they're teenagers (well, Colin is out of his teens and gets himself up for work every day so that's one less to deal with, thank goodness) you would think that I'm asking them for a damn kidney every morning when it's time to get up. I don't even bother waking them on weekends — I just let them sleep until whenever — but on weekday mornings, we still have a schedule to stick to. So here I am, mustering up every ounce of morning cheerfulness I can possibly muster in an attempt to make things go as smoothly as possib...
