Mornings are anything but tranquil around here. I try to live by the theory that you should begin each day fresh. I do my best not to let arguments from the day before bleed over into the new day, and although I sleep poorly, I do try hard not to say the things that run through my head when my youngest wakes me to do her hair. “Do her hair” consists of pulling it back into a tight ponytail. She’s almost thirteen, people; I think we all know that she could do this herself.
Still, I sit up and dutifully take the brush, the ponytail band and her long hair into my hands, and do my best to present her with an acceptable ponytail. Yeah, I failed this morning. It was puffy. Puffy, I tell you! It was dark is what it was, and I was half asleep. It looked fine to me. She went off, complained that her sister was in the hallway bathroom as she does every day, and then came back and insisted I try again.
Now here’s the thing; I could have told her to take a flying leap. I mean let’s be honest, that’s what I wanted to do, but I did not. Instead, I reminded myself that she had to go to school all day while I was going to get to stay home and write this post. As someone who hated going to school, and who has clearly passed that school-hate gene onto my children, I took a deep breath and gave her a better ponytail.
What would you have done? Are you a morning person? Do your mornings run smoothly?