I Hate Mornings

SLAM! (my bedroom door closing as the four year old comes in at0600 on a Saturday morning.)

Benjamin: "Mom, the boys are playing."

Me:  "Uhnh." (I'm not at my best in the morning)

SLAM! (my bedroom door closing as the four year old leaves at 0601)

SLAM! (my bedroom door closing as the four year old comes in at 0605)

Benjamin:  "Mom, Jonathan yelled at Timothy."

Me:  "Uhnh."

SLAM! (my bedroom closing as the four year old leaves at 0606)

SLAM! (my bedroom door closing as the four year old comes in at 0608)

Benjamin:  "Mom, are you awake yet?"

Me:  "Uhnh."

SLAM! (my bedroom closing as the four year old leaves at 0609)

SLAM! (my bedroom door closing as the four year old comes in at 0612)

Benjamin:  "Mom, are we going to the volcano today?"

Me:  "Uhnh."

SLAM! (my bedroom closing as the four year old leaves at 0613)

SLAM! (my bedroom door closing as the four year old comes in at 0617)

Benjamin:  "Mom, I made my bed."

Me:  "Uhnh???"

SLAM! (my bedroom closing as the four year old leaves at 0618)

SLAM! (my bedroom door closing as the four year old comes in at 0622)

Benjamin:  "Mom, I got dressed in my lizard shirt."

Me:  "Uhnh???"

SLAM! (my bedroom closing as the four year old leaves at 0623)

SLAM! (my bedroom door closing as the four year old comes in at 0626)

Benjamin:  "Mom, I got my backpack ready."

Me:  (Cracking one eye to see him wearing his bright yellow traveling backpack) "Uhnh?!"

SLAM! (my bedroom closing as the four year old leaves at 0627)

Groan.  Creak.  Sigh.  (My husband getting out of bed at 0628.)

We’re going to Arenal Volcano today.  I think Benjamin is ready to go.  NOW.

But, he did make his bed (????!!!) and he did get dressed – he even showed me proudly that he remembered to put on underwear – so how can I really complain?

Gotta run.  Benjamin’s got the keys and he’s headed for the car.