The girls are usually rudely awoken at 6:30AM. We often literally drag them to the bathroom, while they cling to a pillow or blankey. This morning, at about 6:15, Jeremiah and I were in our bathroom when we heard the pitter patter of medium-sized feet. "You guys!" complained Kate as she approached "you forgot to come get us up!"
Since, at around 9:30 last night, I actually did cease to function, and since we'd all slept an entire night (!), I was lucid enough to tell myself that if she wasn't getting air, she'd let us know. I resisted the urge to press my ear against her chest again and helped her into her Violet costume (hand made by Aunt Jo Jo) instead.
Now Sarah's fighting a cold and was visibly annoyed at having been disturbed before it was time to get up. She stood, looking disoriented, in the bathroom doorway upstairs. She was holding her toothbrush and staring vacantly at the wall. Her class isn't having a party today. She does get to bring in her Aunt Jo Jo original Cinderella get-up for show and tell. Her Pre-K teacher was nice enough to let us have that, to help us avoid a morning meltdown.
Jeremiah dropped the girls off at school, and Kate joined the room of extremely hyper children and we'll just decrease our own oxygen levels slightly, hoping the day passes without incident. And so we beat on, boats against the current and all that.