I should've known it was too good to be true. Yesterday DQ got up, got dressed, brushed her teeth and washed her face without my constant reminders. We actually made it out of the house at a normal pace, instead of all of the frantic rushing. It was a good day. That is, until 3:45 when they stepped off the school bus. I had sloppy joes waiting, so all they had to do was sit and eat. I told her and her friend, JW, to eat and when they finished, to start on homework. DQ stated that she'd done her homework at school, but I told her she needed to work on something. She asked if she could use the computer for her Career Discovery project and I told her to wait until later. So, she proceeded with her usual daily stuff, talking on the phone, doing her hair, sorting through clothes, and watching tv. She comes out of her room at 8:00 to ask to use the computer to finish her project...it's due Wednesday. So, you all know what a holiday on Monday did to my brain, I'm thinking okay, let's work on it tomorrow and she quickly reminded me that tomorrow is Wednesday. I was so upset, I asked her why she spent the entire evening goofing off when she knew she had homework, all I get is a shrug, which really set me in motion to "talk" for the next fifteen minutes. I gave her 30 minutes to finish her project. Needless to say, it took her about 45 minutes, but she got it done. I was in bed with my book at about 9:15 to relax and unwind. LP was exhausted from staying up late and a full day at school, so she was out before 7:00 pm.
The saga continued this morning. I try to get DQ up when I take my shower so that by the time I finish, she'll be ready to go in and do what she needs to. It never works out, I have to constantly tell her to get dressed, brush her teeth, wash her face, etc. This morning, she spent so much time dressing and combing her hair that I had to put her out so LP could brush her teeth so she could eat breakfast. DQ ate and then decided to redo her hair. The result-- I put her out again, so I could finish getting dressed. We ended up running late and I had her and JW catch the bus so I could save time. LP has to be at school by 7:40 and we were walking out of the door at 7:30. Needless to say DQ and JW were upset because they had to ride the bus, but maybe tomorrow she will get up and get moving. There is a saying that a bought lesson is a taught lesson which means experience is the best teacher. So now that she has experienced the consequences of moving slow in the morning, it will teach her to move a little faster. As always, I'll keep you posted.
3 comments:
Ha,Ha!!! Funny how kids can drive you crazy. Just when you think tbey've learned a lesson they turn around and prove that it was just a freak event. So I do have a question though. Won't the frantic pace be the normal pace? The calm, easy pace would be obiviously the desired pace. If your morning are anything like mine (which they sound like they are the frantic pace is normal and the calm, easy pace is a dream.
As far as I know, Lego loves taking the bus and has only missed it once. I am so glad I don't have to drive him to school, it would add so much stress to the morning.
I guess you're right, the frantic pace is the normal pace. It seems no matter what time we get up, I'm always rushing in the end. I don't think it would matter if we had three bathrooms. I have to make sure LP brushes her teeth and eats breakfast and that, my friends, is where the time clutch begins.
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