I loathe mornings. When I was younger I loathed them for entirely different reasons. I was NEVER a morning person. Even clear up until a couple of years ago I was not a morning person. For some reason after the fire that changed. I go to bed earlier and get up earlier and I don’t hate mornings. I actually love my time in the mornings before the kids get up. I have a cup of coffee with one or all of my dogs and just enjoy the quiet. Then Joey gets up and I am thrust in to some kind of torture I surely haven’t done anything to deserve!!
The child is a dawdler of the variety I can not adequately express in words! I can wake him up two hours before the school bus is due and he will STILL be rushing out the door as she’s honking her horn!! It.drives.me.crazy!! I don’t know how to fix it. I have tried everything from waking him up two hours early so he has that time to dawdle to waking him up thirty minutes early so he doesn’t. It makes absolutely no difference. He will inevitably be in that rush to get out the door before the driver of the bus gives up and drives off.
I’ve tried laying his clothes out the night before, whether I choose them or he does it makes no difference. The morning will come and with the morning sun comes the inevitable decision “Mom, I can’t possibly wear THAT to school”. Then I send him to his room to get dressed in whatever outfit he’s finally deemed acceptable and it will take him 45 minutes to put on his pants. By this time I am not so quietly reminding him the bus will be here in 20, 15, 10, 5 minutes… He NEVER has time for breakfast. If he’s up two hours early he will still not have take the time for breakfast. I will ask him 100 times what he wants and 100 times he’ll say “I’m not hungry yet” or “there’s no food in the house”. Of course that’s not true.
So today he was up in plenty of time as usual. Thirty minutes before the bus is due to arrive I tell him to go get dressed. Thus begins my every five minute reminding him he needs to get a move on. Today five minutes before the bus was due it was “mom I can’t find socks” so I dutifully find him the socks. Then three minutes before the bus is due it’s “I need a sandwich, my teacher is making egg salad for lunch today and I HATE egg salad, I can’t possibly eat that, I will starve!”. I allowed as how he had PLENTY of time early in the morning to make said sandwich and he chose to use his time poorly so he was just going to have to ask his teacher to allow him to get a hot lunch from the lunch room or eat the egg salad that I assured him WILL NOT kill him. As he’s stomping out the door I explain I am NOT making an entire bus full of children late to school because he chose to wait until the last minute to bring up the sandwich issue.
He stomps out, slams the door and mumbles to himself all the way down the driveway to the bus. I am quite certain I do not want to know what was being mumbled.
Just another typical morning around here. Man I love ADHD in the mornings! It totally sets the tone for my whole day!