My daughter's life flashed before my eyes yesterday morning...

not my daughter but has the same affliction

So..everyday I wake my kids up at 6:30.  This includes going into my daughter's room and getting her dog to take it outside, shaking her leg (the daughter, not the dog) and saying in my cheerful morning-person voice, "It's 6:30, time to get up." (Yeah, I know, don't hate me because I'm happy in the morning).  Then move on to the boy's rooms to get them up and let the other two dogs out.  The boys have to be to school an hour earlier than she does so she doesn't usually get out of bed til the second wake up call at 7:00 am.

The boys are up, the dogs have gone out and are happily munching their kibble.  I'm grabbing a morning facebook fix with a cup of tea.  All of a sudden she comes stomping out of her room, slamming the gate(that keeps the dogs out) behind her, stomps up next to me, and on the verge of angry tears says to me me, "WHAT WAS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU COULDN'T COME AND WAKE ME UP AT 6:30??!!"  I have to admit, for a fraction of a second I was dumbfounded.  Who had body snatched my sweet little girl and dropped off this raging, green-eyed hormone monster while I was sleeping?  Fraction of a second over, I looked at her and said, "You have exactly ONE minute to get your butt back in your room and try that again, this is the first and last do-over you're going to get.  Don't come back out until you can talk to me with respect and apologize."  In my calm but mean voice.  I could see she thought for a second, and then she walked back in there.  She was in there for a few minutes.  She came out, said she was sorry and then I explained to her how this wake up thing works.  "I wake you up as a courtesy because I'm awake and I don't mind doing it.  YOU are 11 years old, own an alarm clock, and are perfectly capable of getting yourself out of bed.  You HARDLY EVER get up when I wake you up at 6:30, you don't get up til 7:00 so why would I think you wanted to get up at 6:30 without you asking me?  Lastly, don't ever speak to me like that again."

So that's why her life flashed before my eyes, she nearly got throttled before 8 am.  She's USUALLY like me in the morning, good mood, ready to get up and start the day.  When she was a baby she'd wake up and be so happy, playing with her hands or feet, smiling and laughing.  I don't often miss the baby days, but that day I sure did.  She seemed to snap right back to her old self after that, I guess sometimes they just need to be reminded the world doesn't revolve around them.