Bad hair day

Between the two children, Evan is easier to wake. Waking them up is a big thing because their school bus picks them up at the ridiculous time of 7.15 am and I live in the perpetual fear of the school bus going off without them. Anyway, between them, Evan is easier to rouse. Sometimes, he even gets up on his own accord before I wake him up. When he does, he is instantly alert. He'll strike a conversation on top of his voice, turn on the music and start dancing to it and is pretty much ready to do brain surgery. Of course, this annoys me a little bit because that half an hour before the whole house wakes and springs into action is my half an hour of quiet time, where I can surf and blog while I express.

Jordan on the other hand, doesn't function well for a good hour after she is awake. Because she is used to being roused by me on a weekday, she moves through her sleep-induced sludge state at a slightly faster rate and is just about awake enough to get her shoes on and walk in the right direction to the lift. Most mornings, I dress her while she has her eyes pursed shut, desperately trying to squeeze another few moments of shut eye.

On this particular morning, she was ever reluctant to get herself off the bed so we ended up tying her hair while she lay in bed. When she eventually did sit up, the results were hilarious. Her hair looked like something out of a Dr Seuss book. Add her dopey, bleary face to it and it was something worth laughing about even though the sun wasn't up yet.



















Of course, by the time the both of them get home from school, they are in bigger states of mess. Jordan's ponytails would be drooping sadly, Evan's shirt would be tucked out and would bear evidence of whatever medium of drawing they messed about with in school.

Packrat looks at them and proudly announces that they look every bit the scruffy ACS boy he was when he was in school. My response is a loud 'tsk'.

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