Roll on the Weekend!

Please can we get to the weekend, I need sleep!  Or at least a day where I’m not stressing about getting my son up and out of the door.  I don’t know what has happened over the past week or two but it is getting ridiculous, I am struggling to get him up and ready to be out of the door in time for the bus.  It’s not as if he has a lot to do in the mornings, God help me if I asked him to put his lunch together as well as get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, clean his teeth and put on his shoes and coat.  I think I’d be trying to get him out of bed at 6.30 am instead of 7.15 am.

The past week and a half have gone something like this:

7 am – I get up and go to use the bathroom calling good morning to my son on my way past his bedroom door.
7.10am – I finish in the bathroom and go into his room to try to get him out of bed and give the duvet a gentle tug.  At which point he pulls the duvet over his head and says “No, I will do it!”
“OK” I say, “I’ll be back in about 5 minutes to pull the duvet off because you won’t have done it”.  Off I go into my bedroom to get dressed.
7.15 am – Back into my son’s room to pull his duvet off.  By this time, he’s well and truly hiding under it and wrapped up.  So, I pull. “No, I will do it!” comes the response, again.  Sorry, sunshine you haven’t done it in the past 15 minutes so I will do it.  He pulls quite hard to try to keep the duvet but as he weighs less than 8 1/2 stone and I weigh close to 11 stone, there really isn’t much of a fight.  With the duvet off, I go downstairs to get everything ready for breakfast and pack the lunches.
7.30 am – On a normal, good day my son is downstairs by now and helping me with breakfast.  He usually comes in and asks if I need a knife, fork, spoon, bowl, plate etc.  Usually, I’ve got everything and he is just killing some time before he sits down to eat his cereal or toast and drink his mug of tea.  This past week?  I’m going back upstairs to see if he has a migraine or something because I haven’t heard movement except for a trip to the bathroom.  This week, I’ve been lucky to get my son downstairs by 7.35 am!
7.45 am – Should be upstairs cleaning teeth.  No, still eating breakfast and drinking tea!
7.48 am – Finally upstairs cleaning teeth.  We have an electric toothbrush with a timer which times 2 minutes – his teeth look so much better since we’ve had it – so it takes around 4 minutes to complete the teeth brushing process.  He should clean his face after brushing his teeth but he hasn’t had time.
7.53 am – Run downstairs to put shoes on and a last check to make sure he has everything.
7.55 am – Bus arrives, he’s still tying shoe laces!

I can cope with this once or twice a week but for 10 school days in a row it’s getting silly.  If I thought it would work, I’d get myself and him up earlier but I know I’ll just end up even more stressed and tired.  Besides, I think his behaviour is due to a build up to a migraine as he woke up with a “sore head” (his words not mine) on Saturday and was pasty white.  He rallied round and was better by lunch time because he knew I was going to the Swimathon on Saturday afternoon and there was no-one else at home to stay with him.  He has had a few headaches in the past few weeks which we have stopped with pain killers before they get too bad so I know there is a whopper brewing in there somewhere.  I just wish it would come out so we can get our morning routine back.

Oh, and don’t get me started on the bedtime routine.  That’s almost as bad!  OK, rant over.