I look at the clock. It is time to wake the kids up. In my sweetest voice, I tell them to wake up.
No movement, not even a flicker. My heart melts as I see their innocent faces, lost in a far away land.
I raise my voice just a little – there is an answering grunt from one and a rustle of sheets from the other.
I announce that I will be back in 5 minutes. I get back to my chores. Five minutes later, I go back.
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My voice is louder. Now I introduce the shake. I shake their feet to goad them into waking up.
The two stretch now, wishing both the morning, and me, away. I issue a warning that I will not be coming back again.
I go back to my chores. From the eyes in the back of my head I can see two forms ambling about.
One comes into the kitchen for a hug. The other is sprawled lizard-like, on the couch. Hmmmm.
I call out to the one on the couch, and head to the bedroom to pick up something, and find that the hugger is spread-eagled on the bed. I sigh….and mutter.
“Just 10 seconds, mom? Please?” says a voice.
I walk back and decide to stop being the walking, wake-up alarm. I can see the couch lizard heading to the bathroom.
Soon two voices can be heard, alert and ready to take on the day, and to stake their claim on the bathroom.
Business as usual.