This morning was a full-on 30 minute morning to get Wil out of bed and into the kitchen for breakfast. This is how it went:
“Wil, time to get up.”
“Hi Mom.”
“Good morning, Wil.”
“Good night, Mom.” He giggled and pulled the covers over his head.
“No, it’s good morning Wil.” I said as I pulled the covers back down.
“Good night, Mom.” He giggled and pulled the covers back over his head.
“Good morning, Wil.” I pulled the covers down. I gave him a hug while I lifted him up. “Do you want me to help you get dressed?”
“No, I do it.”
“Ok, it’s time to get dressed then. I’ll go make you breakfast.”
“Ok, Mom.” Then he plopped back down and pulled the covers over his head.
“Dude, you have to get up now. Chop chop!” I clapped my hands and he laughed.
“Oh, Mom. You are silly.” I did fast little claps near his face. He grabbed my hands, pulled me down and gave me a hug.
“You are sillier,” I said, hugging him back. I lifted him up to a seated position. “Ok, let’s go. So you don’t have a rushed breakfast.”
“Ok, Mom.”
“Here, I’ll get your underwear out for you, then you pick out your pants and shirt.” I set his underwear down on the bed next to him then headed to the doorway. I turned around and he was sitting there watching me. I knew he would lay right back down when I left.
“Dude, please, let’s go. You won’t have time for breakfast if you keep up this pace.”
“Ok, ok, ok.” He said. Convinced he would truly get up this time, I left the room and came back a few minutes later to check on him.
“Look, mom, I put my underwear on.” Wil was standing in the middle of his room, his pajama bottoms and top still on, but he had his fresh pair of underwear pulled up over his pajama bottoms. I knew laughing would slow things down even more but I couldn’t help it. I started cracking up then he started cracking up. Wil then danced around the room in his over-underwear.
“Wil, you are just too cute. That is funny. Ok, I’m sorry to end the party, but we are down to the wire here. Pretty please, let’s get dressed. With your underwear under your clothes.”
He danced around some more, then said, “Ok, Mom, go.” That meant he wanted privacy to get dressed. Progress.
Soon after, he walked into the kitchen. He had on pants and hoodie, with his underwear under. He sat down, and got right to business eating his breakfast. No need for convincing or coaxing there.
Some minutes are under, some are over, but it all evens out in the wash.
WILingness 