This morning, I get up, Bitty (the littlest little) was up pretty much every hour all night. It was not fun. The hubs and I are exhausted. It’s all good, this is part of life, right? We have so much to be thankful for, everyone is healthy, we have a home to wake up in, jobs to go to, I am thankful.
So we are getting ready, and I realize, I haven’t had to yell at O one time. Not once! She is ready, fully dressed, (with shoes, AND socks on) asking for toothpaste (becuase if we let her have her own toothpaste, she’ll squeeze it all down the sink because it looks cool) she is fully dressed, and then…wait for it…she brings me her backpack to sign her planner (granted, this is supposed to happen at night, but this is amazing!) Then, she goes into the playroom, and for the first time in her entire existence, begins (again, wait for it) CLEANING IT UP! I KNOW!! WHAT?!?!?!? Who is this child in our house?? What have you done with Olivia? Where is she? Give her back!! Well, right after this imposter finishes cleaning to it’s heart’s content…Invasion of the body-snatchers has happened in my home. An alien has taken my O and swapped her for a compliant, schedule following, non talkie-backie, no pout face, getting to school on time with no breakdowns, child, that at least appears human.
There has got to be a catch. I haven’t figured it out yet, but for the moment, as long as I’m allowed, I’m going to BASK in the essence of this version of O. I’m going to have some coffee, get some work done, and stare at the caller id on my phone, daring the school to call.
Happy morning!! Yay!
Keep Hope Alive 🙂