This has been the longest week, ever. I am so relieved to finally be at Friday. The time change (yes, let me complain about it one more time – and then no more, I promise!) really reeked havoc on our mornings around here. It should not take two small girls an hour and ten minutes to eat, get dressed, brush teeth and hair, gather their school things and walk across the street. Yet we have been sprinting through traffic and up the sidewalk as the bell is ringing at least 4 of the last 5 days. Not a great way to start the day.
This morning I am feeling a little “off” still. I was trying to blame an icky tummy yesterday on maybe some bad eggsalad? But I think it is more likely just due to stress and nerves since it was still hanging around this morning at 5 when I woke up. Yes, 5 as in A.M. I hate that, but sometimes it is just better to give in and get up for the day than lie in bed and think about all you should be doing instead of just…lying there in bed.
So I was up early and feeling “iffy.” The girls were not up early due to the time change (ok, really – that is the very last time!) and they were feeling lollygaggy (didn’t you know if you add a “Y” to a word it makes it a legitimate adjective? It’s true!) so we were scrambling yet again.
“Have you brushed your teeth?”
“Have you packed your homework?”
“Do you have your shoes?”
Ahhhh…a lot of “no’s” complete with empty stares. Like this is the absolute first time we have ever had to get ready for school.
Finally get them deposited at school, after owing at least $1 to the Lent jar (gave up yelling at the girls for Lent. Ha!), and get home to start stripping the beds and picking up the house.
I start to throw some stuff on Em’s desk and just about come unglued when I realize that despite asking her continually for the past week to clean up her desk, I cannot even SEE the top of the desk! “Packrat” doesn’t begin to describe that girl!
I’m just about to storm out of her room in a fit, which really is kind of counter-productive if you think about it since I am home ALONE…nobody cares if I stomp around angrily, and then I see – tucked amongst the Pollys, scraps of paper, and old homework, this…
Ooooh…this girl is good. And she knows how to use it.