Mornings

Poor Kimmie. She is not a morning person, never has been.

This year her bus comes at 6:10 each morning. We try to let her sleep as long as possible, so we get her up about 5:45-5:50.

She's hustled out of bed while her breakfast is heating in the microwave. Her clothes are already laid out. She staggers around with her hair in her face and her eyes more closed than open. Brown Bear securely clutched in the crook of her arm.

She is quickly stuffed in her clothes. Breakfast is shoveled hurriedly into her mouth. Hair brushed. Teeth brushed. Glasses washed and on. Coat.

Then she boards her bus. I'm not always sure she is fully awake when she gets on the bus, and we think she often goes back to sleep on the bus.

No wonder she's grouchy in the mornings.

--Mom