I will have to reverse my steps if I make that mistake. I’m not even trying to put rough jeans on her I’m talking leggings and sweatpants! And I’ve learned to not put socks on first with that one. It all goes downhill from there until the bus arrives, causing tears and hushed yells and “hurry ups!”Įven though clothes were picked out the night before, there is always an issue with pants - ALWAYS! I never knew pants could cause such drama and trauma. But Lord have mercy if her sister isn’t the exact opposite, as sisters tend to be.
Who does that?! I’ve not once had to wake her up for school this year. That one actually sets her alarm earlier than needed just for the fun of it. I lucked out with her older sister because she is wired differently and likes waking up early. I totally get that she’s only in kindergarten and this early to rise thing is all new to her. But we can’t! The day awaits! The sun is rising! The school bus will be here shortly! Get up! This is what I want to do when my…I mean your…alarm clock goes off too. Either way, once I enter her untidy chamber, the image is always the same: she is curled up with her legs under her body, her head tucked into her knees, her hands over her ears and her hair sprawled upside down. And let’s be honest there are also those mornings in which I pretend to sleep through it so my husband will handle it. Other mornings, I lay exhausted in my bed, eyes half open, wondering how long it’ll take before she takes action. Her bedroom is the furthest from ours, so when I say race, I mean ice skate down the wood floors in my warm, fuzzy socks so my running thuds don’t also wake my snoozing son. Some mornings, I race down the hall to shut it off before it wakes her younger brother. That’s the sound of my daughter’s annoying and steadily escalating alarm clock NOT being turned off. BeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeep
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