Those of you with teenagers will totally understand my morning. Right on 6:45am, I shake Son C and tell him it's time to wake up. I usually get either a wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights stare, or a grunt in response. The depth of the response is directly proportional to how late he stayed up watching youtube. :-)
At 6:50am, a second shake elicits pleas of “just 5 minutes more”.
Finally, the 7:00am final shake, complete with my demand that it's time to get up, sees his feet swing over the side of the bed, and a bleary stumble to the shower.
My daughter pointed out to me that I was really just a life-sized snooze button.
The joys of teenage parenthood.