Tuesday, September 22, 2009

A Day in the Life

My daughter is not what you'd call a morning person. She takes after her Meemaw that way. Every night, we suggest to the kid that she go to sleep because "you'll be tired in the morning if you don't go to bed now." Well, the morning her and the evening her are not the same person. The P.M. version is jovial and cheerful. The A.M. version . . . not so much.

After some trial and error, we discovered that we can scale back the intensity of the morning tantrums by putting her in front of the TV when she gets dressed. (Don't give me that look - it's not like we leave her there all day.)


First: waking her up. I'm reminded of that joke, "Some days I wake up grumpy, some days I just let him sleep."


Second: I lift her out of her bed and carry her out to the couch. I can lift her now but I am not sure how long this is going to work. Let me tell you, I have no upper body strength. That's why I transitioned her out of her infant carrier when she was only four months old. I was too much of a pussy to carry a baby and a hunk of plastic. Anyway, I keep picturing me trying to carry a high school freshman down the hall in about ten years.


I turn on PBS. Curious George is on at 6 a.m., followed by Sid the Science Kid at 6:30. I actually like Sid the Science Kid, which is produced by the Hensons. Have you ever noticed that Sid's family is bi-racial? My daughter is bi-racial so maybe that's why I focus on that sort of thing. Sid is sort of yellowish and his mom is vaguely orange (she comes across, albeit loosely, as being African-American).

In order to give the kid some sort of incentive to get dressed, I take off her pajamas (and undies) and then leave her with the clothes for the day. You'd think she'd feel a bit awkward about sitting on the couch completely naked watching Curious George. But you'd be wrong if you think that. She lays there quite comfortably, scratching whatever may itch. I give her two or three chances to get herself dressed before I start in with the threats (turning off the TV, sending her off to school naked, etc.)

When she's finally dressed, I do my best to tame her curls. Then we tackle breakfast.

On this particular morning, I was short on time so I asked her to pick out some cereal. She acted as though I'd asked her to scale Mt. Kilimanjaro. She stomped around the kitchen for a bit because she wanted pancakes and surry-up instead.



After some intense negotiations, she agreed to eat breakfast. But, she made it clear that she was NOT happy.



Then, at the end of the day . . . my reward. A little girl who runs out of the school yelling, "Mommy!" And for a little while, that other kid, the morning one, doesn't seem quite so unruly.

4 comments:

KarenE said...

I must remember this for when Maddie has a hard day! Too funny...

Beth said...

Our house is like this, too...only at the other end of the time spectrum. Jason's a bright, cheerful morning person (a trait he inherited from me) and can be an absolute monster if we don't make it to bed by 7:30 pm! Fun times, that's for sure

Khudson33 said...

Oh Boy! Good luck, I was exactly the same-- by H.S. my mom didn't get up with me unless absolutely necessary... I laughed while readng this and was informed by my entire staff I'm very much the same person...until I've got coffee... goood luck ;)

Audreee said...

Oh. my darling little niece. I don't blame her for being grumpy that early.
We're big Sid fans here too. I had never noticed that Sid's family is biracial.