Sleep

Every saturday morning my mom would wake up early, never after 730 am and would begin to clean. She would play her music loudly and did not care about our sleeping preference. She did not care whether we had gone out the previous night or didn't have an activity til the afternoon. She was up and felt the whole house needed to be up with  her. Saturday mornings were not reserved for sleep, they were for cleaning.

On saturdays I felt that perhaps I needed to take my mothers approach and wake up to clean. Maybe not as early as 730 but definitely before 9am. He liked to use saturday mornings to catch up on all the sleep he felt he had missed all week. This was a source of contention. Saturday mornings I would wake up and then just stare at the ceiling. I would then get bored of that and try to get out of bed. He would rustle and ask me to stay, thinking he was awake and ready to converse with me, I would agree and then a minute later I would hear heavy breathing because he had gone back to sleep. I finally would be able to sneak out of the bed. I would clean and then become resentful because he was still asleep. Finally around noon, sleeping beauty would get up.

I didn't understand how he could sleep so much. Because a couple of hours later he needed a nap. I would complain that he wasn't spending time with me. So he would ask me to lay in the bed with him and nap. How is this spending time together? A rule had to be defined, sleep was not spending time together, we both needed to be aware of each others presence in order for it to count as "together time". He disagreed. He felt that being able to sense one another presence was enough.

Saturdays I would make loud noises to try to wake him up, "accidentally" drop all the pots and pans, slam the door every now and then, put away clothes in the bedroom… he started sleeping with earplugs.