Want to know something that both frustrates me and amuses me mightily? During the school year I have to wake my boysup at 7:30 to get chores done and breakfast eaten so we can be in class by 8. And sometimes it’s HARD.
Sometimes it’s downright improbable.
They are teenagers now, after all, and their bodies are doing that weird teenager thing where they want to stay up all night and sleep F-O-R-E-V-E-R once they finally get to bed.
During the summer? I can’t even get my first cup of coffee down without those boys rolling out of bed and bounding into the living room sometime between 6 & 7.
Talking. Immediately. Incessantly. Ever seen me before my 1st cup of coffee? It’s not pretty. And you really don’t want to talk to me at all. Because chances are my response will be something along the lines of, “Please stop talking. For like half an hour.”