The day started at about 5:15am. Preston has been getting up that early for nearly two weeks now. For a couple days it was great, as he was only getting up once in the night, with a singular night of not getting up at all. (Second time ever!) But this up thrice nightly and then up just after 5am? NOT COOL, KID.
We drove Noah to work this morning, and it felt weird. Good weird. Putting-on-an-old-pair-of-jeans weird. There was warm instead of cold air coming through the vents. Preston was wearing a hooded sweater. It was cozy. I like cozy.
Noah’s work schedule changed last spring from 8:00-4:30 to 7:00-3:30. I was kind of wary about the earlier mornings for me, but it’s worked out perfectly on both ends. It makes our mornings longer and more relaxed (there’s nothing more stressful than rushing, especially rushing Liliana, who does not do fast)(unless fast applies to talking) and I can go right from picking the girls up to picking Noah up. One less trip out of the house with two babies.
Speaking of picking the girls up. There will be girls. Plural. Liliana is starting Kindergarten today at the same school that Kaylie goes to. For three years they will be in the same school and it will be marvelous. Liliana has two to three full school days per week; she goes two days plus every other Friday. I am SO GLAD that I have a few years off of half days. I hate half days. They are horrible for working baby naps around. And they are just annoying in general.
The girls were already dressed when they came out of their room this morning. Go-getters, those two. Liliana asked for her usual breakfast of cereal and I said “no”. I’m cutting that cereal thing on week days. The last thing I need is Liliana being a bear for her teacher, whining about being hungry as soon as school starts.
We finally put the girls’ school supplies together and in their back packs yesterday afternoon, and they were all ready to go this morning.
Sixth grade and Kindergarten, here they come.
Liliana has only an hour of Kindergarten this morning, and I need to be there with her for it. With two toddlers. I’m planning to put Preston in the Boba containment unit and Kesler in the umbrella stroller containment unit. Nobody running away, FTW! Liliana is very upset that I have to be there with her, as she wants to be there BY MYSELF. WITHOUT YOU, MOM.
Five minutes in, her teacher said she’d read a story to the kids. Liliana interrupts, “Is it about Egypt? Does it have the great Sphinx?”
Wish us luck.