mornings

mornings have never been particularly smooth in the Hamilton household.

when sophie reached the age of about 2, they got worse. i don't know if it is lack of sleep (she goes to bed about 8:30pm and rise about 7:30am) or just her general temperment, but she can be a bear in the morning.

today she got up okay. trundled out of her big girl bed. then asked for Dora and yogurt and raisons. that was okay. then she asked to be dressed in her blue dress and tights (no surprise). that was not too bad....a bit of whimpering.

she even played nicely with my makeup while i put mine on. but somewhere it started to fall apart after that. i can't really pinpoint it, but i think it is when i tell he that we need to brush our teeth. the wailing, crying and general discontent heat up.

it's just yucky. i ended up yelling at her at one point. vic had an early morning meeting so i was on my own to get her out the door, into the car and off to daycare.
the car was no treat either. she didn't like how i had placed her bag. it was on the floor below her feet (where it always is).

mercifully we made it to daycare. safe in her caregivers arms. i breathed a sigh of relief and drove over to my office. a relief to be at work. sometimes i feel guilty about that.