Since you go to such grand preparations for this day, I think I might be a little more cranky about it being ruined, sooooo….. maybe you should record yourself with the appropriate yelling remarks to play at appropriate intervals throughout the morning so they won’t even know you’re still in bed!

Our plan is that when the kids are old enough, we are going to teach them that Mommy and Daddy turn off the TV when we get out of bed on Saturday. As long as we are asleep, you are safe with the television, but once we are up, you are screwed. That ought to be enough incentive.

However, I fully intend on waking them up irregularly as teenagers, just to get back at mine.

Approximately every 2 hours, spaced randomly throughout the day, I think. That oughtta learn ‘em!

My morning is Sundays. However, despite the purchase of a calendar and much forewarning, Csilla rarely concedes that it is actually ever Sunday. Once a week, without fail, we have a monumental dispute over the very existence of Sunday. Apparently it is my job to get up with her every god-forsaken morning of the week, regardless of whether or not daddy is willing and eager to do so. Imagine. A three-year-old with the ability to kill both of her parents at the same time. Me with her refusal to let me sleep, and daddy with her refusal to choose him for once.

On the upside, snuggle time is the great problem solver around here too.