He set a fresh, hot cup of coffee on the nightstand next to my head and said, "It's 7:06, sleepyhead."
Dammit. Why didn't my alarm go off?
And then I remembered; the day before, I woke up early. I was up at 5:35 am. In a burst of pride for being up so early, I turned off my alarms (yes, alarms, plural, because I generally need more than one to wake up). I'm an early riser, I don't need these alarms!
Then, apparently, I forgot to turn the back on.
School bus #1 comes at 7:11. Okay, so that wasn't going to happen. Making my peace with that, I got up and began my morning routine of ironing clothes, making lunches, and harassing children to get ready. Thankfully, the Hubs had been busy that morning while I "slept in," so breakfast was a done deal.
When it was time to drive the Girl to school, it was also time for the Boy to catch his bus.
Cole, come on! I'll drive you to the bus stop!
Cole, are you coming?
Hello?! Are you ready for school?
Giving up on yelling, I went to his room, where I found him... In his underwear. In bed. Asleep.
Are you seriously going to miss the bus?!?!
He jumped up, frantic but half asleep.
I can't believe you! Why would you get up, eat breakfast, and then go BACK to sleep? What's wrong with you??
I told him I wasn't taking him to school unless he was ready in 2 minutes and in the car. The clock was ticking. The Girl was becoming frantic that she was going to be tardy.
The Boy made it into the car (admittedly, with some browbeating by his mother). As we rounded the corner, we saw his bus about to pull away from the bus stop. She saw us coming and sat there, waiting.
Suddenly, I had a split-second parenting decision to make: Did I put him on the bus, despite the fact that he did not have his shit together, nor did he even have shoes on yet? Or did I drive him to school after I (attempted to) get his sister to school on time?
What would you do??
Story to be continued...