The following things happen without fail each school morning. It’s like Groundhog Day over here:
- Cam showers and then gets back in bed. I then have to wake him up, about five minutes before his bus arrives. Every morning. (I also say, “Cam, why do we do this every morning?” -every morning.)
- Addie puts on the outfit she chose the night before. Then she changes into seven or eight other entire outfits, and comes downstairs about seven minutes before she’s supposed to leave.
- Gabby hands me something I need to sign, or pay for, or sign and pay for, thirty seconds before she leaves: “Oh Mom: today’s the last day I can bring this in.”
The funny thing is that I’m not even complaining. I’m rolling my eyes a little, yes– and believe me, sometimes these things drive me crazy on an individual basis– but, man: these are some happy years we’re living right now, these school years.
On a not-really-related note: at the end of last year’s Mardi Gras, we officially retired our ladder seat. With our youngest child an eight-year-old, we no longer really needed it. So, in the tradition of NOLA Mardi Gras, we passed it on to our family friends, who had two new babies in their family last year. We just returned from a ten-day vacation to the East Coast, so we didn’t go to Mardi Gras this year (and wow, have I been crabby this week). But our friends texted us a pic of their little ones in the ladder seat, little chubby hands reaching out toward the floats, and it made my day. Then they texted us another pic, of both girls crying and trying to escape. David texted, “…And another generation of kids wants to get down.” That REALLY made my day.