Mornings and Nights

I take my oldest and a friend to band every morning before 7am.

I come back and after a few minutes (no longer than 10 minutes) I take my daughter and 2-3 of her friends to the junior high.

During all of this my youngest is fast asleep, snug in his little bed, all cozy, comfy.

Before I leave with daughter I yell upstairs for him to get up. Does he have an alarm? Yes, he sure does. Does he use it? He says he does.

The past week, since break, the boys will not get out of bed without a lot of yelling on my part. And the yelling takes place after I've come back from the junior high. He's got 1/2 hour to get up, get dressed, eat, hair, face and teeth and lunch.

I make them make their own lunch. I'm here, yes. I can do it for them, yes. But if I start working, they better know how to do it without me. And my youngest needs to get that routine just in case I get a call for an interview.

This morning I quietly went upstairs and squirt him with the waterbottle. It was amazing how fast he got up. He was late and I drove him 3 minutes away, partially because it snowed and partially because it snowed AND he had to take his trumpet. We also had the pleasure of arguing over homework that he did not understand. He's been doing it and he had a review; he did not understand any of it without help.

Tomorrow we meet with the doctor. I cannot wait.