I am not a morning person. Apparently this is a genetic thing, because neither is my child. This makes for much love, joy and peace in the Knipp house on school mornings. Not really.
Usually, it looks more like this:
Every morning is a struggle to complete even the most simple tasks and get to school on time. She moves slow as molasses, has to be reminded 30 times to eat, brush her teeth, get dressed and get her book bag ready.
However, this morning, I was pleasantly surprised when I walked into her room and found this:
I dont know if she had just finished dreaming about Justin Bieber (yes, that’s him on the wall behind her, him on her pajamas, and him on the blanket in the corner), or if aliens abducted my child, but either way I’ll take it. No fights this morning, she was at school with 5 minutes to spare, and I came home feeling like a successful mother.
Until Monday morning rolls around…..