Parents of the world!!! I bring you good news of great joy!! The information I am about to impart, will revolutionise your life, if, and only if, you follow it to the letter.*
Over the past number of weekends, I have been engaging in a anthropological study of epic proportions. Well the study itself has not been so epic, but the results certainly are.
I’ve been working on how to guarantee, a Saturday sleep in.
And I think, I have the answer.
Now if your home is anything like mine, weekends bring with them two possible sleep in opportunities. And if your relationship is anything like mine, these two opportunities will be divided equally amongst the adults of the household. In other words, I get Saturday and Boatman gets Sunday.
It’s a fair arrangement that benefits everyone, because, let’s face it, even if you’re forced out of bed at an ungodly hour, you can usually fulfil your child supervision responsibilities from the couch, buried under offspring excited by the ability to watch weekend cartoons. It’s generally the easiest parenting moment of the week.
Unfortunately, due to Boatman’s new job, he is now working 6-7 days a week, so there is no one to make sure the kids don’t kill each other on a Saturday morning, and I am forced to pull myself out of sweet slumber, and listen to the first thousand requests of the day, whilst trying to pry my eyes open.
Now, I have the whole thing sorted.
I stumbled upon this solution accidentally, but as I lay in bed on Satruday morning, til a delightful 745, I realised just what had happened to make this dream a reality.
Saturday, in our home, is room cleaning day. Whilst rooms are expected to be kept at a tody level for the duration of the week, it is Saturday morning that ensures that the undersides of beds are cleared, and that all nooks and crannies are laid bare. Saturday morning is hard core.
Due to the way the sharing of rooms in our home is set up, most of these responsibilities fall to the older two girls. Ava is too little to really be much help to Bridie, and Bailey is so great at pro-crastinating that Taylah gives up even trying now. (Something I really should work on!) To say it’s a job they don’t love is an understatement; they hate it. Some mornings, it takes them until lunch time to complete the chore, just because of all the drama that goes back and forth about cleaning.
It’s not a lot of fun.
Thankfully though, I am well equipped to deal with extreme drama, on account of those extra Z’s the children have afforded me. And the why they have afforded me, is key.
Consciously, or subconsciously, I think they have realised that as soon as I am awake enough to bark out orders and ensure they are followed, they will be forced to clean. So it is really in their best interest, to let me sleep as long as possible. Not only does this put off the inevetiable, it also means that when I wake up, I’m far less grumpy and much more inclined to let them continue to play. 😀
The result is that on Saturday morning, I lay rugged up in bed, catching a few extra Z’s whilst my children played happily, as the elder sisters pulled out all the stops to keep the peace. They made breakfast, snuggled on the couch, and then got out all the favourite toys. And when I finally did rouse from my slumber, it was not the screams of bickering kiddies that filled my ears, but rather the happy laughter of kids running up and down the hall, playing games with each other.
So, my dear friends, I can only conclude from this experiment one fact; if you make the appearance of your presence on a Saturday morning so unsavoury that they would rather be nice to one another and leave you in peace, you too, can sleep in like me.
You’re very welcome 🙂
What will you do, in order to get some extra sleep?
*It may not actually change anything. Just so you know.