When the alarm buzzed this morning the first thing that came to my mind was “Thank God it’s Chicken Nugget Day.”
Well that and “I’m going to kill that damn dove.”
Admittedly, I’m not at my best this time of the year.
I’ve never been a morning person and it’s always been a struggle to rally the troops for school in the early A.M. But with just a few weeks until summer, I’ve lost my steam. And so have the kids.
Friends say – pack their lunches and get their clothes ready the night before….but there doesn’t seem to be any time then either. After scout meetings, end-of-year gatherings, soccer and swim team practices and baseball double-headers that get us home after 10:00 p.m. – we all kinda just drop where we stop when we get home.
Then we wipe the drool from our faces the next morning and go at it again. It’s the same drill every spring. And it ain’t pretty.
And this year Annie doesn’t seem to own a pair of pants, skirt or shorts that are “comfortable” – making it difficult to get her up to the public school dress code that is quite clear about it’s requirements for garments worn below the waist.
But today is Chicken nugget day at school so I don’t have to worry about packing lunches with food I didn’t have time to get at the grocery store the day before. That’s a good thing and I’m hanging on to it like a lifeline.
But then there’s that damn dove.
You all know how I hate doves. They infest my neighborhood every year by the millions, make poo that gets all over my vehicles and coo…
Which can be torture for a writer with writer’s block.
This particular dove has found his home right outside my bedroom window and has made it his rooster-like mission in life to get me out of bed each morning. (More about that later.)
As a work-at-home mom summer is different then the school year (for the better) because I don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn and get two kids out the door. Of course, once we all do get up and there’s work to be done, it’s a little hard to have kids complaining of boredom…but that’s another story.
So right now I’m chanting, (along with my kids), summer….summer….summer.
And looking forward to pizza day on Friday.