When we only had one bathroom, they were a lot smaller and friendlier to each other....
Insane time = before 6 a.m.
During this time, I usually make him lunch and pour his coffee. People are always shocked when he tells them that I do this, but after 20 years, he expects it.
And normally, I enjoy the time in the morning when it is just us. But this week has not been normal. This has been the week of sick. I’m sick. He’s sick. She’s sick. She’s sick. She’s sick. He’s sick. We’re all sick.
Middle girl went in with an ear infection, and the youngest girl has something that resembles a urinary tract infection, but it isn’t really. Not to mention that the doctor suggested that the youngest girl’s request for the heating pad might have something to do with her kidneys and not because she is a hypochondriac as her mother always seems to think.
But that was a digression. I was talking about morning routines.
Middle daughter with the ear infections? She is the one that obsesses over the time and makes sure that everyone gets on the bus on time. You would think I would be that person, but middle daughter does it so well, and she just sort of took over that role.
And the day middle child stayed home sick? One child missed the bus. I was able to take her to a bus stop further down the line, but middle child’s absence was noticed.
So yesterday, I decided I was too sick to stay up, so after my hubby left for work, I went back to bed and let the children fend for themselves.
My absence, however, meant no one ever turned on the morning news, which meant the middle child didn’t have a clock to refer to.
Digression #2: My children would be lost without the ability to hit the “info” button and make the time show up on the TV screen. They do not know how to read the analog clock in the kitchen, and the two digital clocks in the kitchen are too far out of the way to actually use. /digression.
And the children almost missed the bus. They all made it, and I only had one phone call about forgotten stuff that I needed to bring to the school, which I promptly forgot to do. Turns out, the things weren’t really needed.
And hubby says I can’t go back to bed. It is a parental responsibility or something to make sure the kids are getting ready for school and don’t miss the bus.
So, who do you think should take on the title of parent in the morning? My vote is for the middle child. My bed was really cozy.
