Snooze Button
I swear I am so sick and tired of fighting to get my kids out of bed. I know why they have such trouble, of course. They see me as their human snooze button who'll always yell upstairs in another five minutes with an ever-increasing note of panic and frustration in my voice. What the hell, I'm not the one that's giong to get a tardy. So I told them all: "You guys are on your own. Since I'm not about to invest in a block and tackle to hoist you out of bed every morning, and since my voice is on its last legs, and since I'm not going to get in trouble with the principal, I hereby resign from my position as the family's snooze button. You must wake yourself up or face the ugly consequences." Naturally, it's Friday so this will all probably dissipate from their gnat-embryo sized memories, but odds are, the tardies will mount. As for my two home-schooled kids, if they finally stumble out of their beds by ten, they'll be no breaks between courses and a very late night of drudgery. How sad. As for me, I'm sleeping in 15 minutes later!