This week is kinda sucking, gotta say

I'm so over this week and it's only halfway through.  


It started off okay until yesterday.  I got the daughter up 15 minutes early and guess what?  She missed the freaking bus.  I was so mad, livid is a good word to use to describe how pissed off I was.  I think it was the fact that I got her up EARLY and she still piddled around.  I kept telling her to hurry up and counting down til the bus came.  We were so close.  All she had to do was slide on her shoes and run out the front door and she would have made it.  Unfortunately, she did not put her shoes away the night before and I hadn't been home at the time to look where she had thrown them.  So, as a result, an extra minute was spent hunting up shoes.  I found a pair of black mary janes in the kitchen and tossed them at her telling her to hurry.  Just then, I heard the distinctive roar of the engine coming up the hill.  Too late.


To say she got an earful is an understatement.  




Then, this morning I again got her up 15 minutes early.  She takes a shower in the am because otherwise her hair is crazy and she wants to be Ms. Independent and brush it herself.  If she does that she often goes to school looking like a lost child with bushy hair.  Anyway, got her up, went in to start the shower.  Realized then that the little screw that makes it go from coming out the spout to coming out the shower head had broken.  This wasted precious minutes.  Finally after trying with no luck for about 5 minutes she went and took a shower in the other bathroom.


She still barely made it on the bus.  I got her out there at 7:47 and the bus comes at 7:50.  I shut the door behind her and breathed a sigh of relief until I heard her at the door.  "Mom, where's my gloves?  My hands are cold"


Shit.  she usually has a pair in her backpack but she must have chucked those somewhere too.  I opened the door and threw her thicker coat at her with pockets (she was wearing a rain coat because it's supposed to rain all day).  


"RUUUUUNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!"  I bellowed at her, and just then the bus made the corner.  She took off and BARELY made it.  


I need a drink, and i'm not even a drinker.

Missed it

It's happened.  She missed the bus.  Missed it on the day I got her up 15 minutes EARLY!




AAARRRRGHHH!!

The School Bus Dash

Every morning I am amazed that I get our daughter on the bus in time.

It's no small feat.  She has one speed these days, and it's sloooooow.   I've tried getting her up 15 minutes earlier, but she adjusts for that and seems to go into extra pokey those days.  It drives me crazy, yet she is unfazed by it all, even with her mother bellowing at her to hurry up.

Daughter is 6 and in Kindergarten.  She gets up an hour before the bus comes.  Should be plenty of time, right?  I do make her take a shower in the mornings.  We used to do it at night but she has horrible bed head and doesn't like me brushing her hair.  It was a power struggle most mornings (when we don't have time!!!!) and she often ended up going to school looking like a little ragamuffin with her hair.  So, we implemented the morning shower routine.

It theory, it works out lovely.  She hops in the shower, I take the dog out and lay out her breakfast while she's in there and we end up with lots of time.  However, it never works that way.  For starters, she LOVES to take a long shower.  I am constantly in there, "hurry up, the bus is coming" and "2 more minutes".  After the two minutes I've been known to turn off the shower, but the little bugger turns it right back on or has a headful of shampoo.  It doesn't matter how much I prompt, or yell, or harp.....she goes her own speed.

The shower ends up taking the most time, but eating breakfast is another time waster.  She eats her cereal so slowly!  I've tried other foods to hurry her along.  Foods like poptarts, toast; but she eats them all with the same slow pace.

The end result is me usually grabbing her arm and hauling her into the bathroom with 5 minutes to go before the bus is due, to brush her hair while she brushes her teeth.  Then I drag her into the living room and she jams on her shoes and complains about putting on a coat (it's not summer yet, and YES you still need a coat.  I don't care what xxx mother says or what xxx does, you're wearing one!)  Lastly, I kiss her on the head and boot her out the door just as the school bus is pulling up.

It exhausts me every day.  Although we haven't missed the bus yet, I know it's coming.  And I dread it.