Late!
Diva Girl is going to be late for school today.
It's 8:07, and so far, I'm the only one up. Both of The Ladies are still fast asleep, and although I should be rousing them for a mad rush to school, I'm not. Instead, I'm enjoying the solitude.
Even though by adult standards I live alone, I am rarely alone in this house. Diva Girl often rises before me in the morning, greeting me with the dulcet tones of Arthur, High5, and demands for breakfast and juice as I stumble bleary eyed into the living room. I am not a morning person, but she is. From the moment her eyes open in the morning, Diva Girl is on. The Preschooler Formerly Known As Zen, on the other hand, needs time to ease into her day. Too harsh an awakening will result in the wailing and gnashing of teeth. Once she's had time to adjust to the concept of being awake, however, she's good to go. And go. And go. And go. She's a night owl, that one, happy to stay up until all hours. The end result of these differing circadian rhythms is that it's rare that at least one of the children isn't on the scene.
It's particularly rare that me time occurs at a time when I'm not exhausted by a day filled with balancing conflicting needs and desires, refereeing The Ladies, and chasing Cherrios off the rug. So I'm savouring this quiet time this morning. I'm enjoying the utter silence, broken only by the sound of my fingers on the keyboard. I'm relaxing into my day instead of throwing myself headlong into the madness. I'm reveling in naughtiness of being a little bit late for school.
Sunshine, singing birds, and an hour to myself. I've got a good feeling about today.
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I knew a girl in highschool whose mother thought it important that she have a "mental health day" every so often to decompress. They hung out and did fun stuff, or just sat at home. But the point was every few months, they stayed home for no reason.
Everyone needs a little bit of hooky now and then...
You know how when you read really quickly you can misread a word? Especially with letters that can seem similar, like oh, say "h" and "n"? I nearly choked reading that last sentence. Then I reread it and all was good.
We do mental health days here. And nobody has to go to school on her birthday if she doesn't want to.
This mental morning was just for me, though. As soon as the kids were up, it was off to school. :)
I have to come clean and say that I have been known to keep my kids up late on a Friday night so that on Saturday I can have to luxury of silence and an unhurried breakfast. through the week my work (extra kids) arrives too darn early to allow me the opportunity to relax, Saturday is it, the one and only
It's as if I wrote this myself! My TEEN is the night owl and my TWEEN is the morning person. Loved it!!!!
