Wish I Knew

The poor Hubbs has been forced to handle the morning routine on his own for the past week or so, what with my inability to pry my eyes open prior to seven o’clock. This is really not fair to him, and I wish there was something I could do to avoid it. Maybe when this cold finally goes away, I’ll be able to pitch in more. I’m currently at the chest-rattling coughing fit stage.


Yes, big fun.

The Princess hasn’t gotten the hang of the early mornings yet, either, which doesn’t make things easier on anyone. Yesterday, around three o’clock in the morning, she was up playing happily in her bed, cackling and banging around. I quietly joined her in her room and explained that it was time for sleep, trying to help her understand that she’d need to be functional in only a few short hours’ time.

Three guesses how that one turned out.

When it came time to get up for school yesterday, she was a giant quivering mass of unhappiness. She cried and clutched Dirt Pink while The Hubbs attempted to feed her, dress her, and supply her with something to drink. She cried and clutched Dirt Pink while I tried to pull her hair back off her face. She cried on the way out the door. She cried on the swing. She cried as I strapped her into her car seat on the bus. When the bus pulled away from the end of our driveway, I spied one glistening alligator tear on her cheek, just above the pouty little stuck-out bottom lip.

My heart broke just a little as she was whisked away to school.

I don’t know what’s the matter, and I wish she could tell me. Does she not like her summer school class? What’s different from the regular school year besides her teacher? Could it simply be that she’s trying to fight off the same cold I’ve been dealing with for the last couple of weeks? Maybe she’s just plain cranky at having to wake up so early.

I just wish I knew.