Writing Club Assignment - Monday Mournings

Monday Mournings
By Samantha Weber

“You ain’t nothing but a hound dog…..”
“Mom, turn it off! Turn it off, and go away! Pleaseeeeee!!!!!!!”
“I will when you’re out of bed. Sam, get up!”
“No, no, no, no, no! I’m reeeally tired! I just got into my deep sleep!”
“That’s nice but all your school books are lonely in the schoolroom, and you have an arranged date with them.”
“Well, you can just tell them I’m canceling! I have a more important date with my pillow.”
“Sam, all of your public school friends have been up for hours and are probably finished 2nd period already in school.”
“Well, guess what mama? I’m not in public school! So,goodnight!”
“Sam, when you can’t play college soccer because you can’t get into college because you never finished 7th grade, you’ll be crying the blues back to me.”
“Mom, here is a famous saying: Sleep is GOOD!”
“Not when you need to get up!”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that. Fine I’ll get up, but I’m taking a nap later!”

This was another bad start to the week. Mondays are my worst day, but it’s really all my mom’s fault because I should be allowed to sleep in on Mondays because Saturday mornings I have to get up really early. Let me take you back to Friday night when I learned a very valuable lesson about getting up.


9:00 p.m.
“You really should go to bed Sam. You know you have to get up early tomorrow.”
“I am, just hold on one second; I’m finishing up a game.”
“Oh, I don’t really care if you go to bed, I’m just giving you some advice.”
“Yeah, ok, hold on.”

9:30 p.m.
“Sam, you really need to get into bed, you’re going to be sorry in the morning.”
“Ok, fine but can I read for a little bit?”
“I guess but only until 9:45.”
“Ok, goodnight, Mom.”
“Goodnight, Sam.”

I would learn a lesson from this Friday night. I would learn not to stay up past 9:00 when you have to get up at 5:00 a.m. for a soccer practice an hour away. But, to make this story an interesting one, let me take you into my brain. If you could have looked through my eyes and into my cerebrum, you would have seen Digory trying to take an apple from a magic tree and carry it back to Aslan. Glued to the pages of the Magician’s Nephew, I finished the book at 11:00 p.m. I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes, but sleep didn’t come. I tossed and turned for another hour and a half. Still not worried about getting up in 4 ½ hours, I finally fell half asleep; then at 4:30 I woke up and couldn’t find sleep again. I lay in bed until 5:15 when I finally got into a really deep sleep. Dreaming about winning an Olympic medal, my golden dream turned into a nightmare when I broke every bone in my body. Feeling the pain in my ribs turned into opening my eyes and seeing my mother poking me in the side. I screamed, with relief that I wasn’t almost dead, and with horror as I noticed that my mom was telling me to get up. With half-closed eyes, I stumbled out of bed and got dressed, realizing that going to bed after 9:00 and getting up at 5:00 with a sleepy body was one nightmare I could prevent in the future.
Now, obviously, a big advantage to Homeschool should be having the flexibility to sleep in on Monday mornings after exhausting weekends. However, homeschoolers, such as myself, seem to have a very hard time convincing our homeschooling parents of this. So, I guess I’m either going to have to learn to go to bed early on a lot of weekends since I have a lot of early morning practices/games or else continue to have the same old Monday Mournings!