This Morning

This morning, school was on a two hour delay.

The school district usually calls via automated message to inform you of delays or closures.  This morning was no different.  Got the call at 5am.

Woo Hoo!  An hour or two of extra sleep?  I'll take it!  I didn't even look outside to see how bad it was.  I knew when I had went to bed that the roads were looking pretty bad.

I got up about 8am.  Figured I would give myself time to wake up before I had to get Kaylee up to face her day.  

I go look out the window immediately.  I was expecting the ground to be covered in white and the roads to be a slushy mess.

What did I see?

Green!  Green grass waving in the wind.  It warmed up and all the snow melted.  The weather people had said that this would be the case.

Not exactly sure why school was on a two hour delay.

Time comes for me to get Kaylee up.

"Hey Sweetie?  It's time to get up and get ready for school."

Big stretch and a yawn from her then, "What time is it?"

"Twenty minutes to nine.  School is on a two hour delay."

She jumps up.  Expecting, I'm sure, to see a ton of snow outside.  

So I tell her, "Snow is all gone.  So I am not exactly sure why you're on a delay."

"What??  That's not fair!  I didn't even get to play in it!"

I then remind her that she has Safety Patrol.  "UGH!  Do I have to do safety patrol this morning?  I don't want to do it this morning!"

"Yes, you have to."

"UUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!  WHY?  I don't want to!  WHY CAN'T I HAVE A DAY OFF???  I NEVER GET A DAY OFF!"

"What did we tell you before you signed up?  That it's a responsibility and you have to take it seriously, right?"

"Yes."  Imagine that answer in the best pissed off, whiny, attitude infested 8 year old voice that you can.

She is. not. happy.

And it doesn't continue to get any better.  She had picked out a pair of jeans to wear the night before that had been deemed to small to wear.  She insisted that she could still wear them and that they fit fine.

Whatever.

This morning?  "Why did you grab this pair of jeans Mama?  I didn't want these."

"What are you talking about?  Those are the pair that you picked out and said you could still wear."

She is holding them as though they are infected with the plague.  "No I didn't!"

"Ummm...  Yes you did.  I picked out a pair and then you grabbed this pair and asked why you couldn't wear them to school if you could still actually wear them.  Remember??"

She is looking at me as though I have sprouted another head.  But I can tell she is trying to remember.  She then slowly nods her head in agreement.

I look at her and say. "I'm sorry Mama for arguing with you."

Very quietly she repeats it.  It's almost inaudible but she does say it and apologize.  And I get a hug out of the deal.

She puts on her jeans, pulls them up and attempts to button them.  

No success.

"UHHH!  Yeah...  These pants are too small!  I can not wear them.  I can't get them buttoned."

"Go get the other pair then."  I guess she thought I would get them for her.  Not a chance.  Not after all the attitude I had been given.  

She finally gets dressed and finishes getting ready.

We get our coats on and head out the door.  I walk her to school and come home.

I am ready for a nap.

Most mornings aren't like this. 

But this morning?  Left me wanting to crawl back into bed and hide.

I can only hope the rest of the day doesn't follow suit.

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