So yesterday would have been Leah's first day of Kindergarten at our local public school. And as I got up yesterday morning and leisurely filled my cup of coffee at 7am, my 5 1/2 year old slept peacefully in her bed... at Mema's house :)
And I thought to myself how lucky I was to not have to get myself, my almost 3 year old, and my slow-to-wake-up 5 1/2 year old roused out of bed. So that the three of us could get dressed, eat breakfast, pack a lunch, pack a back-pack , get our shoes on and get buckled into the car to head either to the bus stop (we live in a rural area where our driveway is a 1 mile gravel road) or drive her to school.
If I chose to drive her to school (which I probably would have-to my husband's chagrin) then I would add to my morning: unbuckling Nolan while Leah gathered her belongings, wait for my independent son to climb out of his carseat, hop out of the car on his own and shut the door. Then I would insist on taking his hand in the parking lot (ignoring his protests) and walk Leah to her to classroom. After saying our goodbyes to Leah and waiting for Nolan to give Leah "One last hug", my son and I would walk back to the car and head home. We would have less than 4 hours before we had to head back to school to pick her up, right smack in the middle of his nap time. Perfect.
I pay homage to the moms who do this every single morning, as I sit here, on what would be Leah's 2nd day of school, at 7:47 a.m., with my daughter just now stirring in her bed. I'm sipping my coffee, in my pj's, ready to log off the computer and begin our day.
And I thought to myself how lucky I was to not have to get myself, my almost 3 year old, and my slow-to-wake-up 5 1/2 year old roused out of bed. So that the three of us could get dressed, eat breakfast, pack a lunch, pack a back-pack , get our shoes on and get buckled into the car to head either to the bus stop (we live in a rural area where our driveway is a 1 mile gravel road) or drive her to school.
If I chose to drive her to school (which I probably would have-to my husband's chagrin) then I would add to my morning: unbuckling Nolan while Leah gathered her belongings, wait for my independent son to climb out of his carseat, hop out of the car on his own and shut the door. Then I would insist on taking his hand in the parking lot (ignoring his protests) and walk Leah to her to classroom. After saying our goodbyes to Leah and waiting for Nolan to give Leah "One last hug", my son and I would walk back to the car and head home. We would have less than 4 hours before we had to head back to school to pick her up, right smack in the middle of his nap time. Perfect.
I pay homage to the moms who do this every single morning, as I sit here, on what would be Leah's 2nd day of school, at 7:47 a.m., with my daughter just now stirring in her bed. I'm sipping my coffee, in my pj's, ready to log off the computer and begin our day.
reading this post makes me want to homeschool so much more! You're exactly right. . . . mornings are a nightmare. Then again, so is public school. Wanting to homeschool now more than ever.
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