Yesterday evening I was hearing some discussion between the big kids about a “surprise for Mom in the morning.” Never got more than bits and pieces and then simply it skipped my mind.
Fast forward to 5:35am this morning. I hear a door open, I know the sound, it’s the Big Girl. I am lying in bed awake like I do every morning because Dad’s alarm starts going off about 5:00am and after a snooze fest he will finally emerge about 6:00am from the bed.
There is hustle and bustle going on, the fridge is opening, doors are slamming. lights are on…all before 6:00am on a Friday, a school day. After Dad gets up and into the shower, Big Girl gets The Boy up, then they proceed to get Little Girl up.
As this is all transpiring I am still lying in bed awake. And for me this is torture, I have a schedule to stick to, its a school day, I must get up first, I must take a shower at precisely the same time every time, I must make sandwiches, I need to feed the dog when the kids are brushing their teeth at exactly 7:21am. This has thrown me all off and I might not function at all today.
It was so nice of them to do this but it is amazing to me how caught up in my little routines I must be.
To be honest I let them do it all, never even looked in their lunches to see what they packed, I let them dress Little Girl and even put a diaper on her, which I did not inspect. BUT, I did send them back to the bathrooms to brush their teeth, which they conveniently left out of their morning!