It's not the getting up, dressed, fed part that drives me batty each morning. It's the actual getting out the door. It's the last minute potty trips. It's the putting on shoes and coats. It's the getting in car seats. It's the things that should take 1 minute but suddenly take 10 when you are on your way to school. Plus, when we get to school I have to drag all of them inside, up the elevator ("It's my turn to push the button." "No, It's MY turn."), down the hall and to the classroom.
Not having to deal with this one day a week? It's the kind of thing that dreams are made of. There are virtual fairies flying around my house sprinkling happy powder today. It is magical.
|One kid ready to go!