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Managing the Morning Chaos

photo credit: Richard Winchell

Newsflash: NOT a morning person. Repeat: Do not call here before 8:30 unless you are prepared to deal with the less-than-pleasant person on the other end of the line.

Oh sure, I’ve been up. For hours. But that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.
This sort of poor-early-morning temperament was fine way back in the San Francisco and Seattle days, when I was the only one at home and awake at that hour. (My sickeningly early-bird husband has always flown the coop long before I have, even in those days when my alarm screeched at 5:45AM. What on earth does he do so early? Yuck.) But now, I am joined by two of my boys, both of whom are off to school before the sun peeks over the horizon. Geesh.
Getting kids out the door, on time, and with needed materials, is a difficult proposition for most moms I know. Accomplishing those same things with an I’d-MUCH-rather-be-sleeping mindset is, well, almost impossible. So how do we do it? How do my kids manage to arrive at school with two shoes, homework, lunch, and a coat? Here’s what works for us:
  • Start the night before: lunch. This idea sounds so logical, doesn’t it? And yet, by the time we’ve finished all of the evening activities, eaten dinner, cleaned the kitchen and tucked the kids into bed, I barely have time to take care of my existing “to do” list, much less start on tomorrow’s. So, this one little step? It took me awhile to embrace. But now I do. I embrace it and recommend it wholeheartedly. If you’re like me, and your brain is in slow-motion in the morning, it’s likely that you’re like me in the evening as well: your brain is ticking and engaged. It’s ready to go. As such, packing a child’s lunch in the evening will take you half the time it does in the morning. That means you won’t have to remind yourself to get out a knife to spread peanut butter or stop to think about where you keep the goldfish. Beautiful.
  • Start the night before: papers. One thing that makes me absolutely, stark-raving mad is scrambling to find books, homework, and “sign-and-return this” papers as the kids are rushing out the door. Honestly, if you thought it was bad when I was just tired, try adding this dilemma to the mix. Not pretty. So before the kid head upstairs to brush their teeth at night, they need to locate ALL of the necessary items for school the next day and put them in their backpacks. Ahhh, less rushing, no lunatic mother–a wise choice.
  • Start the night before: outerwear. If you live way down south, you probably don’t need to worry about this one. But for those of us whose kids need rain gear or snow gear, you can save yourself an incredible amount of frustration by lining the gear up the night before. The only thing worse than not being able to find the library book that MUST be returned today, is only having one boot to stomp through the snow.
  • Don’t worry about the outfit. My boys learned to dress themselves early on. By the time they hit pre-school, they were thrilled to choose their clothing for the day. Have we had plaid shorts with striped shirts? You bet we have. How about khaki shorts, black socks, and loafers? Yep, that’s us. Mind you, I give a little guidance on school picture day. Other than that, they are very proud to dress themselves, and they’re quick about it, too.
  • Limit breakfast choices. Breakfast is mandatory around here, because, hey, I can read so I know kids are better off when they start their day with good food in their bellies. Our choices: oatmeal, cereal (the ones I choose to buy), or eggs. Side items: sausage (Bob Evans turkey links are awesome!), toast, &/or bagel. My point isn’t that these should also be the choices at your house. Your choices are your choices – just make sure there aren’t too many, or your kids will never get out of the kitchen & into the school on time.
  • Re-evaluate bedtime and alarm time. When it’s time to wake up, some kids do just fine. They roll out of bed, begin getting ready, and are ready to go without much hassle. Others stumble. They dawdle. They grumble and groan. (Hey, I like those kids already!) If your child tends towards the latter, they may need to rise a few minutes earlier to account for their pokiness, and, depending on how much earlier, they may need to have lights out a little earlier, too. Tired and grumpy is no way to start the day. Take it from me.
And you? Do you get your little (and bigger) ones out the door without too much trouble? If so, please share your top tips with the rest of us.

Art for Kids of All Ages

So I owe someone an apology.
When a certain someone came up with idea for our city to have an art contest, I scoffed. I may have thought, to myself of course, that it was just like a privileged rich kid, all grown-up now, to have nothing better to do with his time than concoct some kind of art contest. “Phooey,” I may have uttered.
But life has always had a fine way of showing my when I am wrong, and I am not afraid to confess that this is one of those moments. The art downtown is spectacular, the crowds are fantastic, and the sheer coolness of the entire event has me apologizing for my formerly skeptical thoughts.
Here are a few of the incredible artistic creations we perused this weekend:







And that moose? He’s made of nails.

Thanks grown-up, possibly not so spoiled, but definitely privileged rich kid. I have to hand it to you: fantastic idea.
Don’t you wish your town had some grown-up rich kids with time to think of cool ideas like this?

As Old as the Super Bowl

“Mom, Mom, so do you think the Packers will do better this year than last year,” he asks, as he plops down on my bed.

Looking up from my makeshift desk in my bedroom at our cottage: “I don’t know, honey. I’m really trying to get this article done.”

“The Packers are really good.  But they haven’t won’t a Super Bowl since you were about 27.  Right?”

“I guess that’s right.  They won when I lived there.”

“So have they only won one Super Bowl while you’ve been alive?”

A bit exasperated, concentration broken:  “I guess so.”

“Wait, no. No.  They’ve won three Super Bowls.  The first, the second and the thirty first.  You were born in 1968, right, so you were alive for the second.  But you were still zero.”

Silence.

“Right, mom?  Right?”

“Hmmm, that sounds about right.” 

Wait a minute.  I’ve been around for almost as long as the Super Bowl?  Ack, that’s depressing!