It’s so funny how, no matter how much I may toss and turn, awake with my husband’s alarm each day, how getting up for myself to get the kids ready is eleventy-billion times more torturous. You know?
Even funnier, is how drastically different the first day of school is as compared to the second.
First day of school:
- Kids’ alarms go off, they pounce out of bed.
- WHEEE!
- School!
- Friends!
- My new clothes, yes!
- I.finally.get.to.wear.my.new.shoes.
- YAY!
- *dance*dance*dance*
And they’re on time, fresh-faced, smiley-happy, “what can I do for you to help you, mother?” and all, Stepford kids on an adrenaline high. Even I came home, and tackled eleventeen things, felt heroic in my efforts to thwart dust-bunnies and even took the toddlers out to lunch, to applaud my efforts to kick all the mom ass there was to kick.
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| Please note: Well put together, clean, smiling, ready to take on the world. |
Day two, however? Went something like this:
- Alarm. Snooze.
- FRICK, forgot to set my coffee to go off.
- 5:45 sucks.
- Why am I up this early again?
- The coffee’s not working.
- Hear grumbles from upstairs, followed by shower sounds.
- Labored reporting for breakfast, followed by repeated attempts to get dressed/brush hair/”Tell your sister to remember to do..” xyz/”DAMMIT, I told you to TELL HER!”
- Prepared to leave earlier, but it took ten minutes more to do what I did yesterday.
- Kids schlepped out of the van.
- Heard first squeaks of “Do I have to?” Oh boy.
Came home to repeated slurping of coffee, and immediate sustenance needed, whereas yesterday I didn’t eat for almost four hours after getting up. This morning I had to eat like I hadn’t eaten in a week.
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| Note: Glasses in an attempt to hide bags under their eyes, fake smiles, holes and stains on new stuff. |
The honeymoon’s over. God help us for day three.
(Do you experience the same differences the first few days?)
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