Each morning, the high school bus goes by at 7:00 am, notifying us that time is passing. The alarm goes off at 7:50 (hey, we both are working at our computers until midnight--cut us a little slack for our late arising), we get Samuel up, dressed, breakfasted, packed, and out the door for his bus at 8:35.
Except on Thursday. We missed the significance of the high school bus (I was dreaming that I was dancing at the inaugural ball with President Obama--really), and the alarm didn't go off. When the Gingerbread Man sat straight up in bed and asked, "What day is it?" I tore myself away from my ball gown and fox trot to consider the day of the week.
"Thursday!" I shout triumphantly.
"It's 8:30!"
"Shoot!"
I ran to deal with lunch and breakfast issues, the Gingerbread Man ran to get Samuel dressed.
In five minutes flat, he was out the door, gagging only a little bit on the piece of bread we shoved into him.
Feeling guilty the rest of the day, we promised ourselves we wouldn't do that to him again.
Until Friday. When the high school bus went by and I was dreaming about rock-climbing...
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4 comments:
Sleeping until 7:50am on weekdays earns you just about every last scrap of envy I have and nearly missing the bus two days in a row earns you +1 WMP.
I am sorely tempted to withhold points for the fact that you have trained your children not to wake up (or even more importantly - wake YOU up) before 8:30 in the morning. :)
What Karen said. If I get to sleep in until 7:50 on a Sunday, I am both delighted and slightly worried that something is wrong with the kids. The alarm on weekdays goes off...well before that.
Just for the record (and so I don't get any hate mail), I'm usually awake by 4:30 or 5, just not UP.
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