Moms Are So 5

Sleep, glorious sleep. So you can probably tell just from my first sentence that I have not done well with that whole Getting Up Early thing. I have, however, managed to train my brain to wake up at 6, look at the clock to confirm the hour of buttcrackiness, and then go back to sleep. Yeah, I'm awesome. Don't hate me because I'm so 5.

Skye's story about her mom's wake-up tactics reminds me of my own teenage wake-up routines. My mom is a very gentle and understanding waker-upper. When she used to wake me up for school in the morning, she would gently crack the door open, whisper, "time to get up now," wait for a response (usually, "mmph") and then tiptoe back down the hall. If I failed to get up, she'd come back in five minutes and repeat the process.

My dad got wake-up duty now and then if my mom happened to be busy packing lunches or something. (Yes, my mom packed me a lunch every day of my life until I went to college. Don't hate me because I have the Best Mom Ever.) My dad was not so kind in his routine. It usually went something like stomping down the hall, busting through the door, flipping the lights rapidly on and off, all while making loud, slightly-off-key bugle noises. When you are 17 years old and have to get up at 5:30 in time to catch the bus at 6, bugle noises are not in the Top 10 Ways I Like To Wake Up. Really, I don't think there actually is a Top 10 Ways I Like To Wake Up when you're 17.

In any case, my dreams are totally not as cool as Skye's, so I don't guess I lose out on too many nuggets of wisdom when I wake myself up early. Now the trick is getting my body to get out of the bed. I'm thinking that part might be slightly more difficult.