The Day Has Come

So if you'll recall from--Okay so I've never mentioned it before. I got sucked into reading old blog posts from England, right, back to this story--Like I was saying, there were plenty of mornings in Sheffield where I would drag Lady Jane out of bed, forcibly dress her and get her downstairs for breakfast. Then force shoes on her feet and drag her down the hill to Reception. I had almost let those memories fade when this morning happened. First she didn't want to get out of bed. I get her clothes and lay them on the bed and tell her to get dressed. I come back and she's still trying to sleep. A quick touch of the forehead told me she didn't have a fever.

So, I push on her leggings and help her out of her nightgown and into her shirt. She comes downstairs, but doesn't want breakfast. She said she'd get fruit at school. Fine. I get to working on the morning stuff I have to do. 2 minutes before we head out to the bus stop, she says she's hungry. I put some cereal in front of her and tell her to eat fast.

We go out to a drizzly morning to wait for the bus. Unlike most mornings, she's clingy and doesn't go out even when the bus comes. So I walk her to the bus, which she won't get into. So I lift her on the first step and tell her to go sit down. (Note, I'm not yelling at all during this, really, I find in the morning that if I yell at the kids it's just counterproductive) She stands there. The bus driver tries to cajol her into the bus. I try to. Eventually she gets on, but only if she can sit alone.

I walk in the house and immediately call the school to warn her teacher of the impending doom that is my child. We'll see how Lady Jane did today at school. I'm tempted to call at 3 to ask her teacher how she did before she gets home. Please let this be a one time thing.