I’m not going to lie. One of the hardest parts of being a parent are Saturday mornings. My little elves don’t know Mondays from Saturdays, so 6:30 comes early no matter what day of the week it is. Lately though, we’ve found a nice solution. Chris hooked Bean’s lamp up to a flip switch so that he can turn it on for himself when he gets up. He normally wakes up at 6:30, turns his light on, goes potty, and then heads back to his room to play. He is a good child. A good, good child.
Gracie gets up at 7:00 on the dot, fake crying in her crib. You can tell she’s fake crying because she will stop every minute or so to listen for someone coming to get her, and then she busts out laughing when you pop into her room. It’s pretty funny.
Chris and I have worked out the perfect Saturday morning routine. When Gracie gets up, I go get her, change her, and then deposit her in Bean’s room. The two of them entertain themselves for a long time these days. We put the baby gate up on the stairs, and the kids run around upstairs playing while Chris and I lay there, pretending like we’re getting to sleep in. The kids pop in to see us about every 10 minutes, and we keep our ears and one eye open for, you know, knives and things. But for the most part, it’s pretty relaxing and a nice change from the weekday grind.
This past weekend, Chris and I were laying in bed, listening to the kids playing out in the hallway. I heard the bathroom door open, which is never a good sign, but I decided to ignore it because I was 85% sure I’d put the bleach away. And it was Saturday. Then, very loudly and clearly, we hear Bean say, “Okay, Gracie, do you need to go pee pee or poopy?”
Chris kicked me. “Get up!” he groaned.
So, I kicked him back. “You get up!”
But we both continued to lay there.
Then we hear Bean again. “You have to go poopy?”
Now, I kicked Chris. “Go get them!” I giggled.
“No! It’s your turn!”
But we still continued to lay there. I mean, it was SATURDAY.
Finally, we heard Bean say, “Okay, Gracie, sit right here on the potty…”
“I’M UP!” Chris and I shouted together, throwing back the covers and racing down the hallway, shouting, “NO! NO, GRACIE! NO!”
Ahhh… Saturdays. They aren’t what they used to be, but they’re still kind of fun!