I hate getting at 5:45 am. But, more than that, I hate getting my dd up at 5:45 am. This morning, I made the grievous error of entering her room at 5:32 am.
“Morning honey. Time to wake up”
Glare, “It’s 5-3-2, get OUT of my room.”
Charming. Well, let’s see what you get in your lunch today shall we?
Step One: Make peanut butter and jelly sandwich on white bread (you know the kind of bread that, when you were a kid, you could peel off the crust, and squish it into the size of a peanut – yes, THAT bread). Now, on a level of 1 to 10 for favorites, this particular sandwich comes somewhere below the level of lima bean and spinach on whole grain bread.
Step Two: Place sandwich at the bottom of lunch bag.
Step Three: Take large apple, and drop it from no less than three feet above the aforementioned sandwich, and “bombs away.”
So, it would seem that a peanut butter and jelly crater is on the menu.
I am not a perfect mother.
There is something unnatural about having to wake up a child at that hour. As if starting high school (from being homeschooled in middle school) isn’t enough, I have to deal with sleep deprivation as well. I can only assume it gets better – um, NOT!
My ds and I had a bet as to what her first words would be after her first day back to public school. His bet was, "I want to be homeschooled." My bet was, "I HATE public school." We were both wrong, "That was the worst day of my life EVER!" Apparently, my dd is much more gifted in conversation that I.
P.S. Sorry folks that I had to start all over again. Apparently, it was lunch time for the internet Gremlins, and my old blog was the main course. So, here I am on a new space with the same old stuff. Care, Megan
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