One year can make such a big difference. Last year the first day of school was a hectic one. It coincided with Mila's first day of daycare, so it involved a lot of fretting. Were the bottles ready? Was Mila awake? Were all of the diapers and wipes and extra clothes packed? What was Mila going to wear? What time did we need to leave? What was I forgetting?
And, oh yeah, there was a big kid in the middle of it all. That big kid was understandably nervous about her first day back at school.
It all worked out and everybody ended up where they needed to be more or less on time. Fortunately.
This year was completely different.
This year Mila had been away from daycare for a week and a half, but I didn't give a second thought to the things she would need. I already knew she would sleep until Alexis woke her up and, really, who cares what Mila wears? Everything surrounding Mila's morning went as smoothly as one could possibly expect.
And then there was Alexis.
Alexis was awake well before the chickens, assuming she actually went to sleep somewhere between sunset and sunrise. All I know for certain is that she was already awake and in the shower when my alarm went off at way too early o'clock. Early risers can accomplish great things long before the rest of us open our eyes, so not only was she showered and dressed before I was really started, she also had eaten breakfast, sorted and resorted the contents of her backpack, and cleaned her room.
Yeah. Seriously. Alexis cleaned her room before school. Don't ask me to explain it because I can't.
There was no fussing about what to wear.
She didn't want help with her hair.
She wasn't nervous or needy at all.
In fact, she popped in on me to ask if I needed help with anything. Which, YES. MAKE MORNINGS GO AWAY.
She couldn't do that for me, so she woke up her sister and got her dressed instead.
Um, you guys, somehow I have a fully functional young woman on my hands. I don't understand.
