We’re a mere ten days into this new month, and you can stick a fork in me – I am done.
Last night, around 7:20 pm, I followed the sound of sobbing all the way into Ava Scarlett’s bed, where the wee one had her face buried in her pink blanket, a complete and total hungry and exhausted wreck.
Me: What’s the matter, la-la?
She: I… *gasp* don’t… *gasp* know… *gasp*
Me: Awww, my darling… dinner will be ready in a few minutes, okay? I know. *strokes her hair*
She was, in that moment, personifying what we all feel these days. Undone.
I decided over a year ago that I wouldn’t wrestle with the bedtimes after Christmas and summer vacations. I practically needed to strap them into their beds to keep them from getting out… the yelling and the threats… and the still-light-outside-ness never helped. But they’re bigger now – after a few days, the necessary sleep patterns right themselves, so what do I need to do all that yelling for? Meh.
But, you pay. One way or another, you pay for the sins of late nights and early mornings. No longer waking at the ripe days-of-summer hour of 9 am or so, the crack of 6:45 am feels evil indeed. For all of us.
We They are cranky in the mornings. Breakfast is a mix of goading the sleepy-heads into eating their breakfast, imploring them not to bicker, glaring at them with the hurry-up eyes, and downright screaming through gritted teeth for them to just. get. dressed. already.
I swear, they use up all my patience before 7:30 am. School starts at 7:55 am. *cries*
Fortunately, we’re easing into school itself without incident, but by the time The Crankies get home from school, we start the next wave of untenable crap. Tired, you see. School is haaaaard.
Oliver is still sweeping the summer cobwebs from the corners of his mind, so I have to sit on him to get the two hours of homework done each day. Yelling and tears. (And he gets rather upset, too.) Honestly, if I had more hair, I would be tearing it out.
And I’m also being a perfect failure at getting dinner on the table at a reasonable hour these days – I’m out of practice, since I had no reason to fire up the grill before 8 pm all summer. We’re kinda euro around here, like that. Let’s eat all the salami and cheese now, and eat dinner at NINE! Besides… have you seen my kitchen?
The upside is, I see their eyes drooping earlier and earlier now… we’ll be sorted out soon, I think. Though I have a feeling I’d be wise to set the clock 10 minutes earlier each morning. Egad.
October will be smooth as glass. (Right?)
How’s back-to-school going in your house? Settled yet?!