Morning People and Mom

First off let me say that I am a morning person (now). Remembering how I became one makes me laugh (now). That's why I’m writing this brief memory post. It wasn’t very funny, then, but now I appreciate the humor in the situation

 Oh, I wasn’t always a morning person really. Mom would do all sorts of contortions to get me out of bed in the morning for the school bus. 

Likely the most efficient way for her to finally get me to relinquish the beds warm covers and squishiness was to bust out in 40’s show tunes or other annoying songs. God Help Me…  

 I think Mom was to contralto, what a man’s voice is to base, if that’s possible. It was a tad irritating and interesting at the same time. At 6:00 in the morning it was very irritating. If “When the Red Red Robin Comes Bobbin’ Along” didn’t get me out of bed with the line, “GET UP GET UP YOU SLEEPY HEAD” emphasized so loud I grabbed a pillow and put it over my head; the song following would do the trick. 

Did you know Reveille has words? I do… Mom’s favorite torture device should The Red Red Robin Bobbin’ crap fail. She’d stealthily tiptoe in the room and get about two feet from my bed and bellow...

 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH –

You've got to get em up

You've got to get em up

You've got to get em up this morning 

You've got to get em up

You've got to get em up

You've got to get em up today 

I was up by then. The rest of the song was never needed. I never learned the rest either. 

Thank You Mom…