mornings. i don’t know how you normal folk do it — by normal, i mean, you have a job that starts at X:00, and you routinely get up and get there by then, or thereabouts. this morning, had to have my afternooner kindergartener to school by eight am. eight. in the morning. it’s like, still dark or something. car all covered with dew, can’t see out the windows as i try and pull into the heavy SUV traffic generated by all the good catholic parents dropping their charges off at the large parochial high school on our block (side note: man, with skirts like that on a morning like this? brrrr!).
the night before, knowing everything has to be just so, is incredibly nerve-wracking. hopping up off the couch circa one am, to check and see if the kid’s jacket was indeed washed and dried. tossing, turning, deciding to rearrange my sidebar circa one thirty am. toss. turn. restless dreams. wake up two times, have milk and crackers. alarm goes off at seven, oy. oy oy oy. snooze alarm till seven twelve am. oy. get up struggle with regular, ordinary, normal morning tasks, knowing the urgency of getting him to school at eight. by eight. or else.
come back home, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed and recover from these adventures. contemplate the fact next year every single day is going to be like this. and on and on throughout the next 12 years. oy.
i’ll leave you with some pumpkin cookies (yum!):