Scrubbing Day is my Favorite Day...

Okay, so not really, just thought the words of Pippi Longstocking were so catchy. Thanks Pippi!

So this morning Ashley came in around 8:30 or 9:00 to say that it was not time to sleep anymore. She took the invitation to climb into bed as usually upon her arrival, the thought of actually getting up makes me want to do something really bad. It dawned on me sometime within the past 24 hours that since motherhood began just 2 years and 4 1/2 months ago I don't recall a single day when I have awoken on my own. It's always an alarm clock screaming at me throughout the week day or a child deciding it's just that time. I know, I know, I'm no different from the rest of the free world really, but it's just that I've always thought of myself as a champion sleeper of sorts.

I am not a morning person, never have been, but rather a night owl of sorts and indeed, I do cherish a nap in the middle of the day on the weekends!

Growing up I could sleep and I mean SLEEP. Mom said it started from a very early time, as she took me into the doctor and asked what was wrong with me because I slept so much. During childhood, growing up and on into my short stay at college I continued with my marathon sleeping abilities. I always had to be drug out of bed, basically by my hair - never voluntarily - and there were even times when apparently I have said horrible wretched things to loved ones during their quest to awake me. Hubby really doesn't even try anymore and I feel compelled to add that one time my own mother did not speak to me for 3 weeks because of something I said. I promise you... I do not remember... I really was asleep... I do not know what I said... I did not mean it and I suppose I really don't even WANT to know what I said! Geeforever. Now that's bad!

Those were the days of glory. When I was a true champ, sleeping in until 3:00 or 3:30 in the afternoon. With the worst sleep headache/hangover possible, but still was completely in love with doing so besides the "hit by a bus, spent all night under the tire of a mack truck" kind of feeling that always came with my hobby. I never felt like I was wasting the day away, like I was missing out on something good and I never really cared for breakfast anyways. I'd much rather have it for dinner thank you!

Then, of course, there was Ashley. She too is a sleepy baby. She has always done very well in the sleep department. I think if my sister were reading this she was scoff at the 8:30/9:00 I'm complaining of that Ashley woke up this morning. Well it is early, isn't it?

And here's where the title all falls into place. Scrubbing Day. I've declared Saturday my new scrubbing day. We got the house tidy, all clothes put away, vacuumed, cleaned up and out last week and now I've decided that I will dedicate each Saturday morning to getting everything done, in line, in place and be able to relax the rest of the weekend. By 11:00 a.m. we were in the final stages of scrubbing day, dancing around the kitchen in our scrubbing shoes amongst the bubbles, and it was before noon when the entire house was picked up, vacuumed, bathrooms cleaned, blah blah blah and we were out the door to enjoy our day!

So I've begun to reevaluate the scrubbing day vs. sleeping situation and perhaps, just perhaps I'm getting old as when Ashley wakes me up and climbs into bed sleep is really over, no matter how hard I try I just can't get back to sleep. I've come to realize I'm so much prouder of scrubbing day than I would be telling someone I am a champion sleeper that slept til 3:30, my house looks like shit and my kid ate the dog's food cause she was hungry and Mommy was sleeping. lol. (Please believe, this never happened)(ahhh the googlers that will find this).

And P.S. If you haven't ever had the pleasure of The New Adventures of Pippi Longstocking you must check it out! It's the BEST!