Walking snooze buttons

I love my children. They are bright exuberant bundles of happiness.  They also have this crazy habit of coming into my bedroom on the weekends at five minute intervals to wake me up.

Ask me for cereal (which they know they can get themselves), ask me if they can play their educational Toy Story computer game (if its educational, unless they are grounded, its a green light) and can I tell their older brother to leave them alone and stop bothering them while they play said computer game.

They are walking snooze buttons. Is it too much to ask that I not wake up before 8AM on a Sunday? Pretty fucking please? I already have to wake up at the butt crack of dawn on weekdays, is it really necessary for me to have to do it 7 days a week? Weren’t the weekends supposed to be my time off?

When did I become so integral to their mornings? Weekdays, I have to bodily drag them out of bed to go to school. I don’t understand why on the weekend they can’t use the same lack of enthusiasm to stay in bed on Saturdays and Sundays like they seem to want to do Monday through Friday.