Tonawanda News — Now, though, it’s just the adults. And, don’t get me wrong, there are positives to be had. I’ve told myself all summer I will use all that time to return to the gym in full force (here’s hoping I follow through). Mommy and I can return to thrift shopping and other ventures — ya know, silly things like the dishes and laundry — without adolescent intervention. And sleep, precious sleep, can finally return to my life at pre-recession levels.
Since I can take advantage, I might as well. But I sort of enjoyed taking the kids places during weekdays (excellent for avoiding crowds). Finding Nemo in his aquarium habitat isn’t quite the same without Rigby exclaiming in amazement that he’s still there.
And during the school year, even getting to those cavernous mornings and afternoons can be an endeavor. School starts early enough where my daughter has to be prodded — and I mean PRODDED — to get up, dressed and fed in time to get out the door. Rigby isn’t as much of a sleeper yet — I’m writing this at 6 a.m. after having been up for a half-hour already — but his time will come (yeah, schools, I’m saying the day should start and end an hour later every day. Get on it).
Anyway, these mornings are a struggle, as they were for me during a childhood in which I had to combine my two least-favorite things — waking up early and going to school — five days a week. They’re a far cry from our more leisurely summer mornings, where Rigby might have me up pre-dawn, but we’d eat breakfast whenever the heck we felt like it and perhaps play outside barefoot or take a walk before showering to start the day.