The next 30 minutes is a whirl of breakfast, brushing teeth and hair, repacking backpacks and then moving to the business of lunches. Pajamas are replaced with t-shirts and jeans – skirts for the kindergartener, though you’d think with all the scrapes and scabs she has on her legs, she’d start to see the practicality of pants. In no time, bleary-eyed children start to emerge from the warm covers, slowly dragging their pajama-clad bodies to the living room, a final stretch and then collapsing onto the couch, ready(?) to start a new day.īy 7:30 a.m. Cheers of encouragement and pride are heard, and then a small amount of work is attempted. The smallest member of our household usually wakes with the alarms, victorious over the nighttime potty training demons. He leaves the windows open and then takes a good 20 minutes for the blaring to awaken him from his comatose state. (To my neighbors, I apologize for Ole’s alarm. I only make it once in a while, but it’s a kid favorite, the creamy cheese sauce keeping the pasta hot until lunchtime. This 15-minute macaroni and cheese is one of the school lunches I fall back on easily.
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