By Diane Ako
As Olivia matures, there are more and more things about her that I recognize as something she inherited from me or Claus. Somtimes it's a funny facial expression, sometimes it's what I believe is a character trait. (Stubborn could be something she got from Claus, or from just being three.) Lately, I have noticed how she hates getting up in the morning, and I am absolutely certain she gets that from me.
In the morning, we all rise at 6 a.m. because we all have to leave by 7 for work and school. Claus gets up first. He always does. He has no problem getting up in the morning to go exercise at 5 a.m. I don't understand it. Furthermore, he only needs six or seven hours of sleep. I envy that.
I have never liked to get up earlier than 8 a.m., and I have always needed about nine or ten hours of sleep. In times of stress, I have needed eleven hours. This isn't a complaint at all, but due to the mental taxation of a new job and a new working culture, my brain is completely spent at the end of every day. There is never a time at work that I can go on auto-pilot because it's all so new to me. I have been going to sleep at 8:30 p.m. (give or take a half hour) since I started this job seven weeks ago.
Well, both Olivia and I have been reluctant risers. So yes, even though we have been getting a lot of sleep, we still like more. In the morning, Claus wakes up and takes a shower. By virtue of his making noise and turning on the bathroom light, it's meant to be a gentle wake up. Of course, I never respond. I lie there in half-sleep and wait until he comes out, and turns on the overhead light. Then he walks into Olivia's room and does the same.
We still don't wake up. I didn't realize this, but according to an exasperated husband, we both flip over on our stomachs and cover our eyes. So he dries off and puts on his work clothes, and then comes to bug us again. He takes the covers off and kisses us good morning. Sometimes we still keep lying there. He walks back and forth between Olivia's room and the master bedroom, in a futile effort to get his girls out of bed.
This morning, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes at me. I started laughing. I got up and walked into Olivia's room and got into bed with her. I cuddled her. It at first annoyed her to be woken up, but after a flurry of kisses, she started laughing. "Mommy, we're sleepy heads together, yeah?" she giggled.
Claus walked into the room looking for us. When he saw Olivia and me lying down together, he shook his head. "Come on, you guys," he half-laughed.
I know. We're impossible.
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