Getting up at 6:30 a.m. never gets easier. Like, I never kick into ‘school time’ and my body is all, “Yay! It’s 6:30! I feel like popping out of bed and facing the day and making my kids a nutritious breakfast but first I’m going to take my cup of coffee out on the deck and contemplate deep thoughts and greet the Creator of the Universe with a heartfelt prayer and center myself and then go take my hair out of this ratty ponytail so I won’t look like one of those scary doesn’t-she-own-a-mirror?- type moms when I drop Char off at school. I LOVE THIS!”
Yeah, that never happens. Not one day during the entire school year. I’m not saying that I am grouchy and go around muttering under my breath and kicking the little yappers or anything. It’s more like I’m resigned to the inevitable, and can function well enough, it just never turns into one of those things that feels natural.
I just took two paragraphs to say, “I am not a morning person.”
In other news: I have gotten such an incredibly unexpected wave of responses to my last post about Mom and Dad! It is so surprising and heartwarming to me; I guess I hit a nerve. Made me feel really good.
I’ll leave you with a photo montage of Charlotte’s first day of 6th grade. (Madi’s school starts tomorrow. She just got up and now we are getting ready to go bra-shopping. Girls are fun.)
**It looks like she’s getting attacked by a rogue crape myrtle.
**Sorry about the shadow. It was early, remember?
**And finally, here’s photo-documentation that I got Charlotte to school with 5 whole minutes to spare.
See, I can do this.