It was kind of weird. I woke up late this morning, but I’m late a couple times a month and it usually just results in me dragging my behind in to the office with no makeup on, half ironed clothes and my hair pulled back. My boss doesn’t like me being late I’m sure, but I think he almost expects it sometimes. God, I love my job. None of this is the weird part though.
Anyway, I shot out of bed like I usually do when I realize I’ve gotten more than 5 hours of sleep and screamed (again, no surprise here) to my daughter to move like her ass was on fire or she’d be late for school. And you know what? She did. I mean I pretty much blinked and her clothes were on, her teeth brushed, and her face was washed. She was practically holding the door open for me.
High fives. Two of them to be exact because that girl rocks. “I’m going to get ready that fast every day from now on, Mommy.”
It’s either a trick or a 6 year old has been doing some research I don’t know about. It’s a trick. I know it. This never happens. Usually she’s still laying in bed singing when I’m trying to back the car out of the garage, especially if we’re late. I’ve almost broken down into tears begging her to please move….just a little…faster.
OMG! Why are you practicing your hula hoop now?!
Are you serious? It is not safe to do cartwheels while naked!
What the hell! Why are you still staring at yourself in the mirror? Yes, I do know you’re supposed to floss.
WE ARE LATE? Do you know what late means?
(I don’t think she does, by the way.)
It’s true that tomorrow I may find out I’ve been tricked by a 6 year old. But today was different and I appreciate today. I realize that just as I am, my daughter’s figuring this game of life out. In spite of or because of, I’m not sure, but she’s doing a pretty good job. Don’t you think?
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