to parent or not to parent

I’m wondering if I need to make a “shameful parenting” tag.
There has been a recent (and welcome) development in our home. Aidan is always the first to wake up, and in the past this meant an instant trip to my bedside where he’d either tell me to scoot over or demand breakfast. And I’m a morning dreamer. From 6-7 am it’s pretty much guaranteed that I’m in the throes of some fantastic plot. So, as much as I crazy love this child, it’s difficult for me to deal with 6:30 hunger pangs or conversation (because “scoot over” never means more sleep).
Well, for the past week or so, Aidan has become an independent a.m.-er. The boy wakes up and simply does his own thing. And shameful parenting ensues. Because I lie in bed, weighing the worth of sleep. I hear him rummage through a cupboard. Worth it. Something drops. Worth it. TV goes on. Worth it. The cozy keeps me through it all.
Sunday morning:
STRIKE 1: Aidan quickly answers the door when there is a knock at 9:30. Boys do not answer doors without parents in my world. But I’m in no way presentable (and Jim is still sleeping soundly) so I stand at the top of the stairs, relieved when it’s our nice neighbor, embarrassed that our boys are obviously unsupervised, unwilling to intercede because I’m half-dressed.
STRIKE 2: So I cringe. at the top of the stairs. through this conversation.
Neighbor: “We saw Davyn in the front yard earlier and just wanted to make sure that you guys were safe.”
Aidan: “Oh ya, we had some things to check out, but we’re good.”
Neighbor: “Where are your mom and dad?”
Aidan: “They’re sleeping.”
Neighbor (who I hope is not calling CPS right now): “Okay...well, close the door and stay inside when I leave.”
Kids outside (why didn't I hear that?!). Not worth it.
STRIKE 3: Okay I’m not sure if this is a poor parenting strike, but it definitely has the potential. And this one is a la Jim. I was studying my lesson upstairs and he was kindly taking care of breakfast. He has always been an inventive cook, but I laughed at his: “I warmed up a sugar cookie from the freezer, fried an egg and served it on top of the cookie”. Seriously? A fried egg on top of a microwaved sugar cookie.
So this morning when I got up late (because Aidan no longer comes to my bedside but was outside on the jungle gym practicing the all-important monkey bars. Worth it. because it's Monday and I promsie to be better tomorrow)...I asked what they wanted for breakfast.
Yep, you guessed it. A unanimous “Eggs and cookie!”
I made eggs. And toast. Then put a cookie on the side. We’ll babystep our way into this Monday morning. And I'll babystep my way into regaining parental control of our a.m.'s.
Reader Comments (15)
eggs and cookies...hmmm, i love a good sugar cookie and i like eggs but i can't imagine them together
i love that your neighbor came over-- speaks to your neighborhood.
Shameful parenting is something that befalls all of us from time to time. And though embarrassing, very sweet of your neighbor to be looking out for your boys.
Good luck with the cookie dilemma. (Sorry, but that makes me cringe.)
The neighbour incident would have been embarassing, but what a great community you live in that they came to check on the kids and make sure everything was alright. That is awesome.
....I must give your Jim high marks for his creative cooking indeed! WOW!
I cannot WAIT until Eva is old enough/independent enough to get up without requiring my presence!! I can totally see myself lying in bed checking off the "worth it" items as well. I can't wait.