I’m a night owl. My most productive hours of the day are usually somewhere between 10:00 PM and midnight. But, my people {i.e., my offspring} are early {morning} birds. And, they have total disregard for mine or the Spouse’s need to ease into the day after being up late the night before. Total disregard.
For the past couple of years I’ve tried to drink enough coffee to make up for the difference. As a general rule of thumb, I think you should be able to drink one cup for every child in your care. So, my maximum allowance of cups is three. But, after two cups my heart starts racing, I start sweating, and the benefit of the caffeine starts to be cancelled out by the side effects of the caffeine. I’m highstrung enough without a case of the shakes.
So, since it’s easier to change my own habits than to change those of small children, I’m on a mission to start going to bed earlier. If nothing else, I need to have enough energy to deal with things like this:
This would be an all-out-in-the-floor-fit because… I wouldn’t allow her to give her baby doll any of the items from the pantry… sugar, Wesson oil, flour, pankcake mix. Nada. I am a drill sergeant. {It was easy to get a picture because she laid there for a good bit of time}.
She can feed her baby imaginary oil and flour all day. I’ll even let her play with the Cheerios. But, we are not using real baking ingredients on the baby dolls.
Fortunately, by the time she was dressed for the day both she and her dolls had recovered and were ready for story time. Except for that one doll on her left that wouldn’t keep her stubborn head turned toward the book. There’s a rebel in every class.
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