|That's a reasonable wake-up time.|
This summer my daughter told me "I come alive when it gets dark outside," and I could relate. We're like a family of vampires, except not so angsty and minus the bloodlust.
The foregoing is crucial information because now you know the thoughts that ran through my head when my daughter, the unstoppable force that is Child #1, came home with "Good News, Mom!"
"What is it?" I asked, visions of field trips or slumber parties dancing in my head.
"My name got picked for crossing guard. Say I can do it. Please, please, please."
"Morning crossing guard?"
"Uh-huh," smile, smile, pant, pant.
"Doesn't that mean you have to get to school early?"
"Yes, but I promise I won't complain. I'll set my alarm clock every day. Pleasssse."
Of course I said yes because a) I'm a pushover, b) it's probably one of those experiences kids should have and c) November is a short month.
The first week was "so totally awesome, Mom! I got to hold the walkie-talkie." The second week was, "it's a little chilly out there." Now we are in the homestretch and it's, "I'm happy it's almost over"
Even though we started out strong, everyone up at the crack of 7:10, we've regressed.
Over Thanksgiving break Child #1's alarm mysteriously stopped working. I freely admit there's a possibility it's just been turned off. We've resumed our old habit of me staggering into her room and whispering hoarsely, "I think you should get up" and then taking a moment to lean against her wall with my eyes closed like morning is a very strong cocktail and I'm recovering from one glass too many.
As I write this post we are three days from being finished which makes me up-all-night happy.
At least it did, until Child #2 mentioned he'd like to start Lego Robotics in January. Guess what time it starts?