When is school going to END already?? Geeez.
My older kids finished last Thursday. Friday we had both the high school AND kindergarten graduations. Yet, the little kids STILL have school until the 18th.
We woke up late this morning… just like yesterday. I’m in “summa mode”, people. My school’s been out since mid-May and I’ve been dreaming of sleeping in late. This morning, I woke up as I was being poked in the arm by my husband, “You slept through your alarm.”
DAMN Daisy of Love and Charm School! VH-1, you evil vixen… you proporter of late night television… you have put an evil spell on me, causing me to sleep past my alarm.
I clammoured out of bed, climbed into the shower and got ready for my day THINKING that my husband would be driving him to school.
(inserts hysterical laughter)
At 8:25, #3 son comes into my room and says, “I’m gonna be LATE!”
We (raced quickly) drove to school… only to get him there just as his class was going into the building from the playground. Whew!
This poor kid, I’ll be creating a late-and-rushing-like-a-maniac adult if we don’t harness the mornings. Actually, when I have to work, I’m UP and raring to go and he’s the one dragging his little feet around… with our typical morning drama.
Someone opens his door, dare they step foot in and touch him or he will growl and strike.
We wait for him to clammour down the stairs and flop onto a couch. We give him a minute or two then tell him that breakfast is ready. He sits at the table, his hair in a peacock tail formation, chomping down frozen waffles or french toast sticks. Gingerly we slide his vitamins across the table until they are within reach and wait for him to take them (which he does willingly and will often remind me that I had not given them to him).
About 8am, he turns into himself. I have to put clothes in the family room (which is next to our kitchen) and he will take anywhere between 5 minutes and 20 minutes to dress himself. (We’re not allowed to see him in his underwear… after I told him that being in one’s underwear means that they need to not flaunt themselves in front of an open door for the ENTIRE neighborhood to see.)
And, then the rest is a blur, because by THAT time, its already 8:15-8:20 and he has to be at school by 8:25-8:30.
Needless to say, we have ONE MORE DAY of this. I have to actually go out and get his teacher a gift… bless her heart.
Anyway, today is “clean the countertops and put shit away” day. Have a good one… Toodles noodles!
Posted by poolagirl on June 17, 2009 at 11:45 am
Thank goodness you will finally be able to enjoy your summer!
Posted by herstory07 on June 17, 2009 at 11:52 am
Once I don’t have to drag peacock hair out of bed in the morning… things will vastly improve. Now, if I can’t only get these kids to keep the house CLEAN for the phantom house hunters… I’d feel better.
Posted by l'empress on June 17, 2009 at 1:10 pm
“…clammour down the stairs…” Do you clamber down the stairs, or is it just clamor
Posted by G on June 17, 2009 at 1:16 pm
I do both. I didnt’ feel like looking anything up, so thank you for the clarification. Clamor.