The End Is Near!

Don’t worry. It’s not the end of the world or anything equally horrifying.

I’m, of course, referring to the end of the school year. My girls are in the midst of testing and as any parent knows, this is the toughest week of the year. You’re terrified they’re going to get sick and miss a day of school, thereby forcing them to take the dreaded “makeup” test. You’re trying to adhere to the good-natured, countless messages you’ve received from your child’s school touting the importance of a good night’s sleep and a good breakfast.

Now that I think about it, I’m not sure who is more stressed; the children taking the EOG’s or the parents!

I, for one, take the whole “good night’s sleep/good breakfast” thing pretty seriously. But this poses a challenge for me. Well, the sleeping part is easy. It’s the good breakfast part that throws me for a loop.

See, eldest daughter Emily needs to get to the bus stop at o-dark-thirty in the morning. This means that I have to drag myself out of bed at this ungodly hour and drive her there. Admittedly, I am not at my best when forced to get up before the sun is out. I tend to be slow-moving, groggy, and even a bit grumpy. It is all I can do to muster the energy to brush my teeth, take a quick shower, and pour myself a cup of coffee.

My daughter, on the other hand, wakes up even earlier than is required so that she can straighten her hair, choose the perfect outfit, and apply her makeup. Apparently, she hasn’t yet reached the age where you sacrifice your looks for a few extra minutes of sleep. I entered that phase long ago…

But I digress. Despite her ability to wake up and ready herself this early, she still isn’t ready for anything of any substance just yet. She sips on some juice or iced coffee while she eases herself into her day. She is like me in that she doesn’t feel hungry until after she’s been up for a few hours. So, as far as her “good breakfast,” I have failed.

I will say that although Emily manages to wake up this early, she loses her mojo later on in the day. Apparently, once you have completed your test, you are allowed to put your head down on your desk and sleep. A luxury that Emily takes full advantage of.

The evening is a different story for her altogether. She is sluggish and tends to spend the evening either curled up on the couch or lying in her bed watching Netflix on her Ipad. Often times, I will enter her room to find her fast asleep in her bed.

My second chance to prepare a delicious, yet healthy breakfast resides with my younger daughter, Abby. She has a wake up time that is about an hour later than her older sister. Despite this, she requires prodding, pushing, and the occasional shouting in order to get her out of bed. When she finally assumes a vertical position, she is cranky and hates the world. Any questions about what she’d like for breakfast are answered with a “no!” if they are even answered at all. Basically, she brushes her teeth and comes downstairs, only to lie on the couch with a blanket on top of her. Occasionally, she will fall back to sleep! Once again, the chances are slim to none that my child will eat this elusive “good breakfast” I am supposed to prepare for her.

Unlike her sister, the evenings are when Abby is just getting warmed up. She runs, skips, and hops around my house for hours every night. She is unable to sit still and finds it quite difficult to slow herself down so that she can fall asleep. There are many nights, in fact, that she is still talking to me as I am leaving her bedroom and closing the door softly behind me.

The next morning, we do it all again. I try to feed my kids a “good breakfast” and fail. Thankfully, we’re nearly done with the school year.

Five more days, girls. Five more days.

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