No Pitter-Patter of Little Feet In This House

Why is it that my sons can’t whisper when they wake up?  Why must they leap from bed, yelling at the top of their lungs, bickering with each other?  Isn’t that bad for them?  Doesn’t it give them a headache?  I know it gives me one.

The thing is, even if I am well rested and could get up, I can’t wake up and deal with this nonsense.  So I have been training them to get up and read quietly in bed until I come to get them for breakfast.  We’re making small progress.  It sounds something like this.

“JOHN DANIEL, MOMMA SAYS WE HAVE TO STAY IN OUR ROOM!”

“I KNOW THAT!”

Then, my bedroom door bursts open.  “MOMMA, ARE WE DOING A GOOD JOB?  WE’RE STAYING IN OUR ROOM LIKE YOU ASKED US TO DO!”

Finally, they did it.  Not a peep sounded in their room, but the phone had to ring every fifteen minutes before the alarm went off.  Four calls in one hour.  I think my brain is scared to slip into REM sleep.  No wonder I lie awake at night, scared to drift off.  Who knows what I might wake up to?

I thought I’d outsmart the boys one day and snooze on the sofa while they had breakfast.  I thought I could wake up gradually…until the doorbell rang.  It was a police officer with the five-year old.  He’d been running down the middle of the street like an escaped dog.

It’s enough to make me want to get up early and bust into their room and start bickering and screaming to see how they like it.

Even the teens are sick of it and it takes a lot to wake up a teenager.  Now I wake up to people shouting for the boys to SHUT UP.

Why do I bother?  And when will I be completely deaf?  I look forward to the day that I can turn off my hearing aid.  What bliss.

My husband and I have been debating recently who has the harder day.  Apparently, he does.  With great effort he gets up every morning, slips into his car ALONE, drives to work ALONE, and works all day without children screaming at him in his office.

Man, I’d love to have it so rough.

He says I have it easy because I can sleep in.  I’d like him to define ‘sleeping in’.  If that means lying in bed while my temples throb and I envision the boys tearing down the house, oh, yeah.  I’m in seventh heaven.  Just like he is when he comes home from work and one hour later he’s pulling out his hair.

Forget the pitter-patter of little feet.  You’ll never hear it over the dull roar.

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  • momof11

    You mean I’m not the only one who is a bit jealous of DH’s 30 minute commute time? I actually worked outside the home for one year and I enjoyed the peaceful time alone in the car, but it wasn’t worth how it affected the little ones to have Mom gone 9 hours a day. Now I enjoy the peace and quiet every two weeks of running errands and grocery shopping alone.

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