Mornings

I've always been a morning person. Once the sun is up, I want to be up (until it's time to take a nap in the afternoon). During the fall, however, when mornings get later and later, it gets harder and harder for me to get up early until at some point when I wake up before sunrise anyway. We're close to that time, when waking up in the mornings is hard.

It used to be that our morning schedule was very simple: Dad had to go to work and the children had to go to school. Now, however, one boy has to leave to go to the middle school at 7:15 (unless it's a "late start day"), another goes at 8:15 or so, and, if its Monday, Wednesday, or Friday, Mom goes to work (unless she's rearranged her schedule). My brain hurts.

It's particularly rough this week with Lucy gone. We forgot to take out the trash, the dog is feeling left alone (and has started chewing up shoes again), the kitchen is stacked up with dirty dishes, and I didn't get any breakfast this morning.

Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I have it awfully good -- its the American Dream. And actually, the craziness seems a bit less when the boys head off to school individually: when both boys were running around, with the dog barking, and the mom yelling "don't forget to brush your teeth!" I think it was even crazier.