I have a dream. It seems attainable- not one of those “I-want-to-build-a-solar-powered-house-next-door-to-Christopher-Walken” dreams, but a simple aspiration. I want to sleep in on Saturday morning with my spouse. Now that Carter is adept enough at remote controlling, it’s almost a possibility.
5:45am
Archie: Daddy doesn’t want to cuddle with me.Kevin: zzzzzzz
Me: (Manage to hit the moving snooze button
–not literally, Jeeze– for another 45 minutes)
6:30 am
Archie: Daddy won’t let me wake up Carter.Me: Mmmph sleep please mmmmph
6:35 am
Me: (notice small lips kissing my chin, lean in to return the kiss.)Archie: (delighted) Mom! Our lips are like broken suction cups!
6:45 am
Archie: Carter, Car. Ter. Carter Carter CAAAARTER, Car. Ter.Carter: Mmmph
Archie: Carter won’t wake up.
Kevin: zzzzzz
7:00 am
Archie: I had a dream. It was a nightmare. It was confusing because it was Cyberchase and Scooby Doo and Pirates too. And they made the whole world turn into pirate zombies.Me: Mmmph. Sounds scary and confusing.
Kevin: zzzzzz
7:30 am
Archie: Daddy doesn’t like us.Me: Oh, Daddy’s just much better at sleeping through interruptions than I am. (Kick Kevin under the covers)
Kevin: zzzzzzzzz
7:40 am
Archie: I WANT SOMEONE TO PLAY WITH ME.Me: Did you ask Carter? Just climb right over Daddy.
Carter: (sitting up) What?
Archie: Let’s go! Carter!
Carter: (in a daze) What?
Archie: Carter won’t talk to me right.
Me: Sometimes it takes a while to wake up, sweetie. Give him a minute.
Carter: (leaping to his feet) Let’s go, Archie!
7:50 am
Sweetness: whine, whine, (translation: help me on the bed, I’m too lazy to do it myself)
Me: kicking Kevin
Kevin: zzzzzz
Me: fine. (lifting Sweetness to the bed)
Following that, I had at least ten minutes during which I snuggled with a still unconscious Kevin.
8:00 am
Carter: Mom? I could make you some coffee if you’d get up and help us with the remotes.
Is there anyone who could resist that?
As I turned on the Tivo and checked for kid shows, I discovered a Mr. Rogers neighborhood in the suggestions folder. Carter was delighted, told Archie, “You’ll love this show. He’s great. I totally remember this show.”
I sipped my coffee while Mr. Rogers learned to jump rope. Not my dream, but not a bad morning at all.
Post Script: As I typed this, Kevin was getting crazy with the Santa puppet, growling and making a horrible hissing sound.
Carter: Ack! Watch out Archie! It’s feral Santa!
