Almost

This morning started off in one of those “only in Canada ways” with a ringette game for Thomas and Emily that started at 7:15am. And because it was the last official game of the year, we had organized for a team breakfast after the game and that meant that we were dragging the entire tribe out of the house rather than just one insane parent trundling along with a well stocked sack of jealousy as the other slept.

When the alarm goes off at 0620 on a Sundays these days, it only wakes us up. The kids just don’t get up that early all the time any more (thank goodness) and when they do get up, they’re self sufficient enough that we don’t have to be up with them. Of course when it comes to leaving the house, there’s no way in hell that they are going to mobilize themselves. That means that one has to undertake the crime of waking up the children before they’ve done so of their own accord.

The punishment for this crime is unreasonable, moody, sulky, whiny kids. (No don’t say it …)

But the point of all this is that we have a young lady in our house hold who is very excited that in a relatively short space of time, will be turning 6. So excited that as she lay in bed last night, she was sing-songing a countdown for the number of days left whilst trying to drift off to the land of sleepy bo-bo’s.

So excited, that when I was waking her up this morning, that despite the fact that I got track suit pants on her without her even stirring, that moments later, as she stretched, eyes still closed, groaning with the effort of uncurling, she said sleepily …”six more days until my birthday!” As she woke beyond that, she had to affirm it as if to make sure that she was indeed correct!