Kids just don’t get the concept of snoozing. It’s ‘awake’ or ‘asleep’ – no warm, fuzzy, lazy lazing in bed, eyes closed, thoughts open, aware the day has begun but not quite ready to face it.
That bastion of parental fantasy, that adult pleasure that is free and legal, that loss so keenly felt when it is violently ripped asunder by curious little people.
Daisy is a fabulous sleeper. I am praying to all my non-religious icons that this baby who will shatter my dreams and well as my snoozes in 5 weeks will take after her biggest sister. Daisy falls asleep mid-sentence, sleeps like the dead for 12 hours, then wakes up as brilliantly as a light being switched on and jumps out of bed, happy never-ending sunshine and bouncing for the next 12 hours. There is nothing inbetween.
Poppy on the other hand has many wonderful qualities. Sleeping is not one of them. Sleeping late does not register at all on her scale of important things in life. So it is at 6.30 (A – OMG – M), I am woken by the gentle stroking of my arm and the soft words ,”mummy, I need to do a wee wee.” After I blindly put her on the loo, I urge her back to bed to no avail. In she creeps with me, and I snuggle down, her encased in my arms, and hope, just this once, she’ll fall back to sleep.
But two minutes elapse (during which time she has kicked me several times, and my baby kicks her back so I feel like a football pitch) and turns to me and whispers,
“But mummy, is it morning?” On these summer dawns, it is hard to lie.
“Yes, lovely, but we’re going to snooze for a bit. It’s a bit early.”
“But mummy, it IS morning?”
“So can I have a story?”
Twenty minutes later we are joined by her sister, all sunshine and bouncing, and we face the day whether I like it or not.
I know teenagers have a reputation for never getting out of bed. Can someone please tell me I don’t have to wait another 9 years??? When does the Snooze Button start functioning? In the meantime, I suppose cuddles and stories aren’t a bad way to start the day.