I very much dislike early mornings. Actually, I always have, I have always been a night time person.
Our routine for school mornings is pretty quick. I get Anthony up at 6:30 so he can get in the shower. Once he is out of the shower I wake the girls. Their only responsibility in the morning is to get dressed, brush their teeth and hair, take any medications, get their snack, grab their backpack and get out the door by 7ish. I then drive the kids to school where they have breakfast.
Sounds so easy. It should be easy but not so much for my kids. I started driving them for two reasons; they couldn't get to the bus on time and they got into trouble on the bus. In the mornings they are the first kids to be picked up so they spend a long time on the bus, too much time. They take the bus home because they are the first dropped off. They shouldn't be able to get into too much trouble in that time. However, they still find a way, Michelle did today.
This morning was a typical one. Anthony was showered and dressing when I woke Emma and Michelle. While standing in their door I noticed their dirty clothing pile. Huge pile. They had cleaned up their bedroom the day before and put all the clothing that was on the floor in the dirty laundry. I am sure that there are many clean pieces of clothing in that pile. My laundry never ends so this greatly annoys me. I tell them that when they get home they need to put their laundry in the laundry room. I will take out all the clean clothing and donate it. This is a continuous battle every time I ask them to put their clothing away. I think that they have too much stuff so I will help them out.
I then went to wake Larissa and she had a seizure. That is not a good sign, I left her alone and she went back to sleep and slept until 10 am. She has missed about 30 days this year. If I wake her again after her seizures (she typically falls asleep after having one) then she will be very cranky all day and not work at school. This is why we are homeschooling next year. We can work on her schedule.
Emma and Michelle now own at least 5 brushes a piece yet they can never find one in the morning. They have a spot where they are supposed to place them but they seem to disappear. Every morning they have to be reminded to brush their teeth and their hair. They typically find one brush in the drawer and fight over it.
During this time I am normally getting the baby changed and fed before we get into the car. Since Sarah is home now I can let him sleep. This means that the kids can't be yelling because they will wake him. This is a struggle because my kids aren't quiet. Asking them to be quiet typically causes them to yell louder.
Michelle came down dressed in Emma's clothing. Emma's clothing doesn't fit Michelle so she was sent back up to change. Michelle must show me what she is wearing every day. One day she snuck past me and I didn't notice that she was wearing something that she wasn't allowed to wear until she was getting out of the van. She was good, hid behind the table and such. Not happening again.
Emma looked acceptable. She has that type of hair that looks a mess two minutes after it is brushed. She didn't have any tangle bumps after brushing so she was good to go. She got her medication, grabbed a snack and asked if she could go to the car. I told her yes. She is trying to stay out of the fighting and she knows it is about to start.
Michelle comes down and complains about the snack choices. I tell her that she doesn't have to take one and she picks something. (I am really tired of the snack thing by now and don't stock it so they are down to the unpopular snacks). I hand her her Friday folder (again) so she can turn it in. I hand out the rest of the medications and watch to make sure it is taken.
Anthony and Michelle head out to the car. I look around for my purse (it is never where it belongs) and head out a few minutes after them. From the front door I can hear the fighting. Anthony and Michelle found something to fight over.
Our morning routine is quick so that the kids don't have any down time. Down time is fighting time. It seems as though the more time they have the longer it takes. I haven't figured that out yet. The constant fighting is getting on my last nerve. On good days we can talk about their upcoming day and have a pleasant drive. However, more often than not they have been fighting and I am annoyed. Not a good way to start the day! I don't know how to stop their little squabbles. They drive everyone else in the house crazy. I am losing my patience. Summer is coming. I think that this is something that we are going to actively work on this summer.
I get home from dropping off the kids to find Michelle's Friday folder sitting on the table, again.
Anyone enjoy mornings out there? Share your secret.