Something died at our house this morning. Don’t worry, it was nothing in the physical sense of the word but rather the joyous, happy spirit of carefree souls. Today was the day that the husband and both boys had to go back to work/school and none were too happy about it.
The morning started out as usual, hubby got up first and his clanging around the kitchen getting his breakfast woke me up. I slithered out of bed, turned on my computer and poured myself the requisite cup of coffee. I ran through my emails, updated some websites, updated my blog and toggled through Google Reader to see what my favorite bloggers had been up to.
Six fifteen hits and it’s time to begin the arduous task of getting the boys out of bed. I turn on MK’s light (because that’s all it takes to wake him up) and then I walk into GD’s room. I flip on his light switch, pull back his cover, tell him good morning and click on his radio (to country music – BOY that makes him cranky – hehe).
I get back on my computer, surf around to my favorite websites, finish my coffee and then when the clock hits 6:35, I get back up and stand in GD’s doorway until he forces himself to sit up in bed. If I don’t wait for the boy to sit up, he’ll go back to sleep.
In the meantime, MK is up and eating breakfast. He’s my early bird.
The next thirty minutes zoom – clothes are being thrown across the room, hair is first matted down with water (because God forbid it LOOKS like they might have done anything with it), trappers are dug out of the closet and the sound of zippers reverberate throughout the house.
I pry my lazy butt out of my computer chair and make the boys’ lunches.
After the lunches have been made, I go out and start my car so it can warm up, come back in and make beds. MK is ready to go by this time and is on his computer.
GD, who got up later, ate his breakfast later and is about five steps behind the rest of us has just enough time to watch a few YouTube videos before it’s time to get into the car.
The time is now 7:20 a.m. and if we don’t get going then we’ll get caught up in the HORRENDOUS traffic by GD’s school and we’ll be reduced to crawling only a little faster than a snail and our lack of progress to get close enough to the school so that GD can jump out and sprint to class (as if he would do that anyway HAHA!) will stress GD out and make him crankier (than usual).
Both boys are in the car and we turn on the radio because I have learned, long ago, that trying to talk to the boys in the morning is hopeless. GD is sitting next to me, MK is in the back seat.
It’s so quiet in the back seat I have to turn around to make sure MK is still breathing. His eyes are glazed over and his mouth is so droopy it’s nearly touching his chest. It’s not that he’s tired, it’s that he has to go to school.
A fate worse than shopping for clothes, don’t you know.
I bite my tongue, after all, there is absolutely nothing I can do to cheer him up, short of turning the car around and heading back home and that’s NOT happening. Are you kidding me?? The kids are going back to school! Yippee!
I contain my glee knowing instinctively this reaction would not go over very well.
We arrive at GD’s school. I dutifully navigate my car into the cattle, er, car line and we inch our way through the winding parking lot until we finally reach the door that GD needs to enter.
“Have a good day! I’ll see you later,” I say.
“Humpf,” he says.
Some days, I don’t even get a grunt but am rewarded with a dirty look. Yay me!
We leave the congested lot and head toward MK’s school. By this time, morning traffic has picked up and it takes sitting through several red lights before we really get going.
We pull up in front of MK’s school right on time.
“Ok bud, have a great day! I’ll see you later!” I say with a false lilt in my voice. MK just looks at me with dead eyes and rolls out of the car. I watch him walk toward the doors to hell and grimace. His shoulders are slumped and he’s walking as if he’s 90 years old.
Anyhoo, my guys are back in their respective “salt mines” (as hubby *affectionately* calls work) and I’m left to my own devices. Which today means heading to the university library and writing something suitable to submit to this place.
ADDED: Which didn’t happen. I got bombarded by emails from the schools so didn’t get a chance to do any writing. But that’s okay, there’s always tomorrow.
And our lives resume a mundane schedule.