One Week Out: The Time Trials

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50 minutes off pace.

It occurred to me, sometime yesterday, that school is starting in one week. In one week, we will be responsible for presenting our princess - cleaned, fed, brushed, dressed, shod and packed - on the first of many, many school mornings that begin at 8:30 a.m.

This, I decided, would require some preparation. Some practice. Especially after I read the latest Sheridan House publication about getting ready for school. Darn that Bob Barnes and his crazy wisdom about raising responsible kids.



Here's what our ideal morning will look like:
6:00 - Mom at the gym
6:45 - Mom home, dressed & ready
7:00 - Everyone awake
7:05 - Breakfast as a family, with devotions
7:20 - Girls dressed, teeth brushed
7:30 - Practice piano
8:00 - Shoes on, line up at the door

Here's what this morning looked like:
6:00 - Mom sound asleep
6:45 - Mom hits the snooze button for the 8th time
7:00 - Mom gets up because she has to take one of those pills in yesterday's post
7:05 - Mom begins to work on getting dressed and ready, while everyone else remains sound asleep
7:20 - Dad rolls out of bed
7:30 - Girls stumble into kitchen
8:00 - Finishing breakfast, but as a family and with devotions (yay!)
8:00 - 8:15 - Teeth brushing (yes, it does take a 5 year old 15 minutes to accomplish this)
8:15-8:45 - Practicing piano
8:50 - Shoes on, ready to go.

Can we do it? Will we be ready for the Big Show?

Tomorrow is another morning...

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