Miss M has to be out the door at 8 (8:05, really, I guess, but I’m punctual) on school days. She’s got to be up at 7:15 at the latest because there is a specific order to things (breakfast, clothes, teeth & hair, shoes & backpack). All of that should not take more than 20 minutes–she’s eating cereal, not Eggs Benedict. But there are many, many distractions that come our way. Especially when you are 4 (and a half!) and eating breakfast with your younger brother.
A typical morning conversation. Like from today.
Me: “Miss M! Eat your breakfast! Today is Thursday*; you have school; you have to eat and get dressed and GO!”
Miss M: “There’s a fire on the couch!”
AM: “There a fire on the rug!”
Miss M: “Put out the fire!”
AM: “Abba standing on the fire!”
Me, to self: “Jesus.”
* Thursdays I am especially insane because my cleaning lady comes and I drive carpool. But today Taxman is driving for me; and it’s snowing, so I assume my cleaning lady will be a little late.