Getting your kids ready for school in the morning is a special kind of torture. For everyone involved. Nobody *wants* to do it. But it must happen. And so we roll out of bed and crawl up those stairs to our childrens’ dark cozy bedrooms where we find them fast asleep and angry that we just ripped their blanket off. “Better get dressed if you want breakfast… And I mean NOW!”. Do they come? They do not. More yelling. Cue the whining about not wanting to go. Do you care? You do not. It’s finally time to go and no one can find their shoes. Or their jacket. Or their backpack. Must we do everything!?
You’re finally in the car, pulling up to the school drop off lane. Otherwise known as HELL. Nobody is moving. Your child is going to be late. Do they care? By now, you know the answer. They do not. You FINALLY make it to the ACTUAL drop off zone, not the red “don’t you dare let them out here” zone. You open the door for your kids to jump out. Do they jump out? They do not. “GET OUT OF THE CAR NOW! GO! GO! GO! GO!” …. “I love you!” as they run away. And you are done. For today.