I have friends who are just now (or within the last few years anyway) starting their families. I, as many of you know, had my own family ridiculously young and although it was super hard then, I’m really grateful for it now. My teenagers value their weekend sleep in time almost as much as I do. I can leave them without supervision, they can do their own laundry and cook for themselves and even for the hubs and I from time to time.
It makes me giggle to myself occasionally when my friends complain of the sleep deprivation and the constant questions and interruptions.
Although my teens (and my two in their twenties) come with many perks, there are some things that never change.
Sunday night for example. First of all, there was a wicked wind storm that night and so it was very loud outside the bedroom windows, but, I was starting my new job on Monday morning so I needed my sleep. My 22 year old had come home briefly that night around 8 pm to tell us that he was heading out for his work belated Christmas party. Great. It was nice of him to check in in person. We went to bed that night at around 11:30 and I was slightly restless as I had first day of new job jitters.
I had FINALLY fallen asleep and my phone rang just around 12:20 am. Who the EFF is calling me after midnight. I jolted awake (it’s always my phone too, they never call dad, interrupt dad, text dad at work. Always mom) and reached for my phone praying that no one had been in an accident or had (god forbid) died.
It was my 22 year old calling from his party. He wanted to leave his car and cab it home (Yay, smart kid didn’t want to drink and drive) and wanted to know if I would drive him in to get his car in the morning. I probably wasn’t very kind in my reply of “no”. I already had to leave early to drive the teen girls in to school (they both needed to go in early to see teachers) and no way was I going to be late on my first day.
It took me an hour to get back to sleep.
I had my alarm set for 7:30 am as I didn’t have to be at work until 9:30. At 7 am my phone rang. Miffed, I rolled over and answered.
It was my 17 year old daughter. Calling from DOWN THE HALL.
She said that the power had ‘flickered’ overnight and she thought it might have turned off my alarm. My alarm is on my phone, I reminded her. It’s set to go off in half an hour.
Oh, she said. Nevermind then.
So you see, even adult kids and teen kids still mess with your sleep patterns. They still come ask me questions when I’m in the shower. They still wake me up in the middle of the night or early in the morning.
But you know what? (Apart from being slightly perturbed in the moment) I wouldn’t have it any other way.