Some mornings I wonder if I’ll even make it to 8AM.
Depending on which child wakes up first (and how long before 6AM that happens), what they “need” immediately upon waking, how far along I am in getting myself ready, how much the kids HATE brushing their teeth that day, how many cups get spilled at breakfast, how many times I hear “No! I’ll do it!,” and several other factors- the hardest part of my day is prior to 8AM. “My pants are wet!!!” My 5 year old screamed from the other side of the yard while I buckled his sister into her car seat. I glanced at the clock at the front of the van. “Why are his pants wet?” I wondered. I’ve realized, probably to my neighbors’ delight, that yelling for him to come to the car doesn’t actually make him come to the car. So I wait. A moment later he runs over, out of breath. Whining, again, that his pants are went. Out of time, now, I tell him to ask his teacher for new pants when he gets to school. Yesterday he went to school with wet socks from slipping into a puddle while throwing sticks. Every morning it’s the same, though. He runs out of the house, past the car, and into the wet grass (mud, snow, etc). I’ve come to accept this as something he just needs. He needs a minute of running, a burst fresh air, or a quick swing (which was the culprit for wet pants) before gets into the car and fights with his sister all the way to school. And once I’m alone in the car and driving the last few minutes to my own school, I breathe and take a sip of coffee, and hope there’s a parking spot left in the lot.
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Sara T.
3/4/2023 10:42:14 am
The 10-12 mins between school drop off and entering the school lot are often my only sanity-saving, self-care moments of the day. Enjoy those warm coffee sips girl! You'll miss the chaos someday (they say).
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