This morning when my alarm rang, I heard someone in the kitchen. For a moment, I had a hopeful thought that one of my older children were actually awake and ready for the day.
No such luck.
It was Max, playing with his cars.
So I picked up Max and took him downstairs with me to wake the other kids.
Max is my favorite alarm clock, and if he is available, I will always use him to wake up his siblings. They just seem to be nicer to him in the morning than they are to me. I took him into each of their rooms, sat him next to their heads, and had him poke them awake.
It's just so strange how I can go into their rooms in the morning, and cheerfully try to wake them up and they growl at me, but when Max goes in and starts poking them in the face with his pointy little fingers, they wake up with a cheerful disposition.
Remembering that the kids were having their end of the year testing today, I decided that I would be a really cool mom, and make them something good for breakfast.
Besides, yesterday, Brielle came home and told me that her teacher said that they should have a "warm, hearty breakfast."
I assumed that did not mean tossing them a frozen waffle in the back of the car to eat on the way to school.
Not that I've ever done that.
I looked through the kitchen closet and found a muffin mix.
I made the little darlings fresh muffins, and they immediately inhaled them.
I then said "Okay guys, time to get in the car." So they just sat at the table and poured themselves glasses of milk.
"Seriously people, it's time to go to school!"
They s l o w l y drank their milk.
If we don't leave now, we'll be late!"
They look at me as if I'm from another planet, and then they begin wandering around looking for their shoes.
When we finally get everyone in the car, Brielle looks at the clock and shrieks "Mom, we're going to be late!"
Oh well. Only one more week until they are off track from school, and I can sleep in.