Three days a week the Hoos is on his own with the girls in the morning. I know from experience that this can be incredibly frustrating. Constant nagging, prodding, cajoling... He has been insisting that it is impossible for him to get them to day care before 9. And he frequently calls me with the morning report already upset and on track for a not-so-great day.
Today the Hoos has jury duty and had to be in Stamford by 8:30. For those of you that don't live in Fairfield County, while the distance from Norwalk to Stamford looks like about 10 miles on a map, it can be an eternity on the highway. Suffice it to say, with day care not opening until 8, we decided that I would go in to work late and handle morning drop off.
The girls were up at 7:15 - with smiles! Dressed - in what we had picked out! - by 7:25! Done with breakfast by 7:40! Teeth were brushed, toilets were used and flushed, and we were out the door by 8!
They were the first children in their respective classrooms! Sure, AK was crying ("She doesn't do this for Daddy," explained the teacher. Thanks, that makes me feel better...), but LP was excited, "First! Miss Miller! I'm first! And [AK] was first in her room!" and didn't cling to me or follow me, yelling, out of the classroom! It was a miracle!
Or was it just the work of mom?
PS: When I told the Hoos he said to me, "And being first is a good thing?" I think he is just jealous.