Getting to the bus stop is probably the most stressful part of the day. You know what I am talking about and if you say you don’t, it’s because you are a big fat liar or you take a couple of Adavan with your morning coffee. Everyone’s morning probably looks a little different but it all ends the same…. with someone crying. Here is what a typical morning looks like at the Harter House:
6:45am… Hubby wakes me up. I meander downstairs, get a cup of coffee and join the kid, who are plopped down on the sofa watching TV. They are eating dry cereal from the box (we never bothered with introducing them to cereal in a bowl with milk…we were just too lazy to deal with the potential mess). This activity continues for a good 40mins.
7:30am… This is when I turn off the TV and tell everyone to get ready for the bus. To which they respond with shock and surprise, as if this was the first time they have had to this. I head into the kitchen to make their lunches and they work on ‘getting ready’.
7:33am… I ask Ethan if he has his clothes. He says he can’t find them. I tell him to look in the clean laundry baskets. Of course, there are pants and underwear but no shirt. Which means Ethan will have to go upstairs to get any items he is missing. Ethan doesn’t like to go upstairs alone. He is scared. Of what? I have no idea. What he should be scared of, is me and missing the bus. But I digress.
7:35-7:40… Ethan tries to get me to go upstairs with him. I say no. He begs. I say, “you’re a big boy, there’s nothing to be afraid of, you can do it, blah…blah…blah.”
7:41am… I stand at the bottom of the stairs, as a compromise, while he gets the rest of his clothes.
7:43am… I finish up the lunch and try to remember where I put my coffee because by now it is cold and I want to heat it up
7:45am… I check to make sure Ethan is all dressed only to find him, half-naked, playing with a dust bunny that he found on the dining room floor. Apparently, he got distracted. And he forgot to get socks when he was upstairs. This is about the time when I say things about ‘dilly-dallying’ and ‘how pissed I am gonna be if we miss the bus”.
7:46am… I run upstairs and get him a pair of freaking socks and tell him to find his shoes!
7:47am… Ethan puts on his socks and begins to complain how they don’t feel right and how they are all ‘bumpy’. I tell him I don’t care…they will feel better soon….just put your shoes on ‘cause we don’t have time for this!
7:48am… Ethan can’t find his backpack and I can’t find my coffee
7:49am… We are so going to miss the bus.
7:50am… I find my coffee and proceed to heat it up in the microwave for 20sec.
7:51am… Ethan has found his backpack and is trying to put on his sweatshirt but the sleeves are inside out and he has gotten himself all twisted up.
7:52am… Ethan and I are running down the hill to the bus stop. Him half crying and me spilling my precious coffee on my sweatshirt, all the while I am telling him to hurry but not to run to fast because he is gonna fall.
7:53am… Yellow Bus comes. All is well…until tomorrow.
For the life of me I CAN NOT figure out why I keep doing this, day after day. I mean, I could change some things. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what to do right? But I don’t. I keep doing the same damn thing. They say the definition of insanity is that you keep doing the same thing over and over expecting different results. Well, that would explain a lot huh?
So, my new plan is to start the ‘getting ready’ process a bit earlier. Maybe have the clothes picked out the night before. You know try some common sense sort of stuff first before the Super Nanny has to step in.
[Update: I have been trying the above plan and it much better…a lot less frustration and tears.]