How To Wake Your Kids Up In The Morning

Rick Angell

As parents, we set the tone for the whole day, good or bad, starting with how we wake our kids up.
It is never easy getting kids up in the mornings, especially on school days, if you hope to do it without making them grumpy in the process.
At the end of this article I share a method for waking my kids up that Becky and I have found to be most effective, but first I want to share with you what I have learned NOT to do.

Do not SING
This one was doomed to work from the start because I am a horrible singer.
And to make things worse, my choice of songs were not always the best, like…

“Get up, Get up, get busy, busy…Get up and move that body! Get up, get up get busy, now the night is over”
“Rise and shine, and give God…

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“Tidy Nice And Neat”

Always tidy nice and neat
I like being white as a white sheet,
Keeping pale can be quite a feat,
Walk in a line ’til i am beat,
Whens it time to wear a watch
Should i be wary of just cotting?
Cos in the end its still a botch,
My father just drinks scotch
Enter into debt
As your appetite gets whet,
Endeavour to sweat it out,
Bet then bet then double down,
Walls of stony clad that recall such lonley madness,
Never been a call or phone you lad,
Next in line for a phoney fad,

Always tidy nice and neat
I like being white as a white sheet,
Keeping pale can be quite a feat,
Walk in a line ’til i am beat,

Let’s see what we find
Looking for any time

Look i try to keep things tidy but im feeling all the same,
Keep my natter in the fray but its leaky chat that stains,
Inky problems causing trouble boris becker and for mug,
Got me feeling like a lump
So im sitting here all grump,
Towing lines all day,
Just leads to bicep decay,
All work and no play makes ghost a dull dog,
Yeah i tend to talk a lot
And my actions are squeaky,
Not as quiet as a mouse,
Hush pupping in my heedy,
Gobble box in the bling so im sitting on the sink,
Trying to clean up my glasses
Trying to clean up my think,
But my tongue keeps dipping and slipping on the sea
And the fish start nipping and dragging me beneath

Im in armour
Would just take my arm,
Its a bizzare and crazy farm,
Beautiful days lazy calm
But lazy calm can maybe harm,
You smoke a pack ’til the pack is black,
Choke ’til your lungs are a hacking black
Invoking memories of chimney stacks,
Coal anda little bits of slack, make the curtain twitch and peek,
Take a certain pitch in cheek,
Play the innocent little geek,
Listen to peaceful clicks and squeaks.

Always tidy nice and neat

(feat. Ghost Poet)

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