Good Morning, Misters Sunshine
This morning I’m laughing, remembering something that happened in Dublin during our Ireland vacation. For the first time in our travels we all shared one big room instead of two smalls… which meant I woke up in the same room as my husband. I usually use the hotel’s wake-up call service as my alarm. My husband prefers to set his cell phone alarm.He sets it to play “Waves”. I’d get to see his morning routine with the boys in action.
At 6:30 am on the dot, his phone alarm went off. Music exploded through my dream, shooting me into a seated position in bed. The boys and Daddy shot up, too, but they didn’t stop at ‘seated’. They catapulted out of bed from their dead sleeps, landed on the floor, and danced in a wild frenzy for 30 seconds before he turned off the alarm. Apparently this is how they wake up with Daddy. It was shocking, it was funny, it was a missed opportunity… if I’d had my video camera ready, I would’ve taped it to show them ten years from now—when they are teenagers and getting up before 10 am is synonymous with “torture”.
Then again, I know my husband… he won’t need video footage anyway. H’ll just set their phones on “Waves” while they sleep. Late rising teens should not be our problem.
Cranky teens at the breakfast table, well, that’s another matter.