I came to the realization the other day that school is about to resume. Where in the hizzle did the summer go?! This means that I'm going to have to wake up AT LEAST an hour earlier to get myself and my little love muffin ready and out the door in time.
I'm talking about my daughter, y'all...The Detective has been dressing himself on his own for years now.
My sweet princess is not much of a "sweet princess" in the morning either. I think she gets that from me because I can be quite a dragon in the wee hours of the start of a new day. Hard to believe, I know. Our mornings during the school year go something like this:
Me: (to my bundle of joy) "Wakey, wakey shaky bakey!"
Me: "Time to go to school! Yay! Let's not be late, sweetie!" *shaking Meg gently*
Meg: *her eyes fly open and glow red for a second just prior to screaming* "I DON'T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL! I'm tired..."
Me: "C'mon Meg! Get up and get dressed! We're late!"
Meg: *growling* "NO!" *squirmflipfalloutofbedflop*
Me: *pulling pajamas off Meg* "Yes...you...are...going...now get over here and get dressed NOW!"
At this point I'm sweating and my work clothes are wrinkled. Most times I have a run in my stockings also. Megan is dressed though so SCORE!
Like the pack mule that I am, I deposit everything needed for her day and mine in the car. I get her hooked up and as I'm pulling out of the driveway she says:
"I have to go potty!"
Awesome. I love school.