This was no ordinary day …
In fact, it was the day that changed my life.
It was a Friday morning and the weather was gorgeous! I could tell by the way the sun unrelentingly peeked through the closed curtains.
“Get up.”
I could hear the sunlight calling; “it is much too beautiful a day to spend in bed!”
Great.
“Boo-Boo, Leaky and Pheli! Time to get up for school! You’re gonna be late!”
Normally, I would awaken them with a song I wrote strictly for morning alarm purposes … Get up! Everybody get up! Get up! Everybody get up! But this was no regular ol’ school day. This was the last Friday of the school year. Only four more days of school and then all the children would be home for the summer. Oh, woe is me! I didn’t have time for a song and dance routine this morning. They had to get out of here! Bummer! I already had one son who was home with me for the whole day, and one in “pre-K” who only went to school for four hours a day. The prospect of having all four children home all day was simply bringing me down.
Darn this school district! Why don’t we have year round schooling like other schools do? This is messing my schedule up!
I loved having the first part of the day with Quaz, the baby. He was a handful and needed some “be at home alone with Mommy” time. He was at the terrible two stage (which, by the way, he has yet to grow out of), and he required my one on one attention.
The first child up, as always, was Pheli. He stumbles into my room because he has failed to open his eyes. Hot on his tail was Quaz, his shadow.
“G’morning, Mommy,” they said almost harmoniously.
“G’morning, Babies. Pheli, are you ready for school today?”
“Yes. We are going to walk around the school for a parade today. It’s gonna be fun,” he said. At last his eyes opened in sheer bliss at the thought of marching around the block.
