I'm still NOT a morning person.
Aiden has always been an early riser. I, on the other hand, hate getting up before noon. I mean, I do it because I have to, but I don't like it. And I'm cranky 85% of the time. Yup, I'll admit to that.
Catch me in the morning and catch me again after 12pm, and it's like night and day... two completely different people. When I taught 3rd grade, some of my students used to say, "Ms. H, sometimes you're mean in the morning." I couldn't argue with that one. Sometimes kids can be so insightful...
Being a mother has not changed that. At all. 2 1/2 years later and I STILL absolutely hate getting up early in the morning! Last week, The Young Mommy Life (love that blog!) had a post about being the "preferred parent." I can totally relate to the post -- especially when I'm called upon during my miserable mornings. Oh man, it's brutal.
When Aiden had a crib, it was all good if he woke up early. I simply gave him a bottle with milk and he stayed in the crib until I woke up.
I must admit, I was reluctant to move him to a toddler bed because I was afraid -- not that he would fall out of it, but that he could get out of it whenever he wanted -- especially during my miserable mornings. But since he started climbing out of his crib at 22 months, I had no other choice. Now whenever he wakes up at 5:30am, the first thing he does is come over to my bed.
And I can't just give him a cup of milk because he wants to hold unto my arm as he drinks. You see, ever since he was a teeny tiny baby he needed to hold my arm whenever he drank his milk out of a bottle.
And when he started drinking it out of a cup, there was no difference. So now, if he's drinking a cup of milk and I'm in the kitchen washing dishes or attempting to cook, he has to hold my arm.
If I'm cleaning the living room and he's drinking a cup of milk, he follows me so that he can hold my arm or my leg or some other part of my body.
If I'm using the bathroom, he comes in behind me so that he can hold my arm! I've since learned not to give him a cup of milk when I have to go to the bathroom.
But that's a tangent. Back to the point. Every single morning when he wakes up at the crack of dawn, he ignores his dad and comes right to me for a cup of milk... Every. Single. Morning.
Now, it's kinda okay in the afternoon or some other time throughout the day because I'm his mommy and I'll do anything for him, but during my miserable mornings... SIGH!
Anyone else have an early riser on their hands? Got any tips and tricks to get me safely and sanely through my mornings?