Sometimes all you need is a lie in. To refresh your mind and your body. It’s what many parents dream about. Summer holidays bring with it the fantasy of ‘turning off the alarm’. No more school runs, meaning no more early starts, right?
I wish I could say that’s how it works, but we all know it’s not true. The elusive lie in never comes. It remains but a myth.
The kids have been off school now for two weeks, and I’m yet to have a lie in. Every night when I’ve gone to bed I’ve told myself, tomorrow will be the day. Yet every morning, I wake up at 7am. Every Morning.
This morning I had a chance to sleep on. It was bank holiday here in Northern Ireland, and lots has been going on. This meant the kids would be tired, and would sleep later in to the morning. Smugly, I switched off my alarms at bed time lat night. Crawling in to bed just before midnight after a long tiring day, something inside of me knew that my chance for a lie in was here. My body clock was cooperating, I didn’t wake up at my usual 7am. I kept on sleeping, until…
BEEP BEEP BEEP
My Husband’s alarm, ringing in to the silence. I picked up his phone and squinted at the screen. 7.30. Wow, a whopping 30 minute lie in. I feel so privileged. Of course, I was the only person who was woken by the shrill sound of my husband’s phone. My children still sleep soundly, my husband still sleeps, even the cats didn’t stir. Just me.
Sure, I could have made the most of the time. I could have gone for a nice morning walk in the sunshine. In fact, that would have been lovely, but I’ve done that before and it was a disaster. You see, my children don’t wake up for the worlds loudest alarm ringing on the table beside them. But the quiet click of a door closing and they’re out of bed in seconds. I returned from my last morning walk to two crying children thinking mummy had left them. All the while, my husband still slept.
Maybe I should just accept it’s not going to happen. If it’s not an alarm waking me up, it’s my body clock. Or a crack in the curtains spilling the dawn light in to the room, or my children getting up at 5am to play video games.
Maybe I should just accept that I’m now a morning person and just get on with it.