And if you look at the photos carefully, you will notice the soft, luminous rays of light beaming down on their child, proving that the picture was taken at the crack of un-Godly hour for the poor, non-morning souls living in Arkansas--some time between 6:45 am and 7:15 am.
How do you all do it? (And quit making us look bad)
This is how our morning went:
6:20 am -- alarm goes off. We hit snooze.
6:30 am -- both K and I reluctantly get out of bed. I make EB's breakfast, K stumbles upstairs to wake her up.
6:45 am -- K, still un-showered, walks EB to her bus stop.
6:46 am -- I come out, notice that EB's backpack and lunch bag are still on the kitchen table. I call K on his cell.
6:48 am -- K and EB run back to the house. My hair still wet, wearing nothing but a robe, I run into the car, yell for EB to jump in, and drive her to the bus stop.
6:55 am -- I lecture EB about the importance of remembering critical school items like the backpack.
6:57 am -- School bus comes, EB gets in. She looked nervous, but ready.
6:57:57 am -- I drive back to the house, marvel at how fast she has grown, and realized that I had forgotten to take a picture of her first day.
K decided to take a picture of her after her school so that we didn't seem completely delinquent as parents:
Which slightly vexed and embarrassed her, since it was in full view of her classmates:
No matter, it was a good first day for EB indeed. And K and I will try better tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day.
