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Monday, August 31, 2009

One Day Down 

The first coherent words out of Celeste's mouth when I woke her this morning: "The weekend isn't long enough."

She is in the habit of staying up later than she should reading each night; we can go in and shut her light off and tell her to go to sleep, but unless we're watching under her door for the light to click back on she often will turn it back on to read for a little longer. This is great (despite Junie B. Jones books being favorite reading matter), but it does mean she has trouble with the necessary 6:30 a.m. wake up time.

After a few tears about having to get up so early and protestations about not wanting to go to school, she cheered up when I suggested she go see where Quinn was sleeping.

Shift back a few hours: Quinn was up for a while in the middle of the night after a bad dream. When Evelin went to check on her, she found Quinn under the Poäng chair in her room … hiding from the wolf that was trying to bite her. It took a while (and a few more wake ups), but eventually she went back to sleep in her bed, or so we thought. After waking Celeste, I went to check on Quinn and there she was, back under the chair.

Celeste, seeing Quinn in that position, started cracking up and her mood improved dramatically from there.

Breakfast and dressing everyone managed to go well, and we were on the way to school at close to the proper time, and we made it to school just as Celeste's class was headed in from the playground. Next, Quinn was dropped off with a friend for babysitting (nursery school doesn't start until 1 September) and then it was off to work.

The three big differences in going to work at 8:00 a.m. versus 5:00 a.m.:
  1. Where did all these cars come from?
  2. Hey, that's my parking place
  3. There's no easing in to the morning's problems

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