At 6:22 by my clock (which is really 6:12 because I do that ridiculous thing where I set the clock ten minutes ahead in a sad attempt to be on time (or at least, get another free hit on the snooze button)) Chance comes charging in to my room. He zips to the bed, then to the bathroom, then to the walk-in closet, then back to the bed like an errant hummingbird on speed, and in my groggy state I knew he was looking for Keen. Keen was in Vegas for training, but normally if Chance woke up early he went right to his dad. (Those damn morning people always stick together.) Of course, Chance normally woke up no earlier than 7:00 and sometimes as late as 7:45! Which is kind of what I was counting on.
See, yesterday was preschool and a lunch playdate and swimming. Today was an open day. I wasn't planning on doing much of anything until lunch time, at least.
So I mumbled something to him along the lines of stop jumping on the bed and why don't you go play DS until mommy wakes up. Yeah, I'm that mom. Deal.
7:25 (which is 7:15, you're with me on that, right?) - thump STOMP STOMP STOMP up the stairs
Me (still groggy): "Chance? Are you wearing shoes?"
Chance: "Yes Mommy!"
Me: "Hey, don't open any doors, OK? I haven't turned off the alarm yet." (For the record, that statement I just uttered is a vast improvement because usually I set off the alarm accidentally at least once every time Keen is out of town. It's my job to turn it on in the evening. It's HIS job to turn it off.)
Chance: "Mommy, guess what? I'm not just wearing shoes... I got dressed! AND I got my own Cheerios! And I ate them all because those will give me energy! Because I want to get to school sooner today."
Me: "You got... dressed?!"
Chance: " Yes! I'm all ready! Because I want to go to school and play with my best bud!!" Chance climbs onto the bed where he harasses the cat with excessive fidgeting.
Me: "But kiddo... can you stop jumping please? Leave the cat alone!... it's great that you got ready," (which never ever ever happens), "but there's no school today."
If I had been marginally more awake I would have made him go do his homework sheets before telling him.
- the weirdgirl