Wake up, now!

Hmph. I hate getting up in the mornings. I hate it with a passion.
Instead of setting my alarm clock, my mom just comes in and wakes me up. I let her do this because sometimes she lets me sleep in and start school later than normal. But my mom's out of town taking care of her aunt, so my dad's taking care of us.
Today, I'm just going to tell you what my dad has done for the past few days to wake me up, instead of turning on my light.

Day 1:
Opened my door real fast and yelled "Get up!" then sang "Get up sweet pea, hear the morning sing ♪♫" Scared the nightlights out of me. He left, I fell asleep, and he did it again, scaring me twice as much.
Day 2:
After scaring me, he called the house phone from his cell, which happened to be in my room. He called until I answered.
Day 3:
I had just had a very amazing dream, when he cut into the middle of it with "Wake up!"
I decided it was an important dream, but I needed to process it half unconsciously for me to remember it, so I gave much effort into giving him a thumbs up. Too bad he ignored it and kept telling me to get up. "Give me five more minutes" "Two" he answered. By then I had forgotten, so he yelled a minute later "GET UP" from the kitchen so loudly I about peed my pants.

So we'll see how the rest of the week goes, haha. I love my dad. I just hate getting up in the mornings.