Fellow Queens,

 

So, how did the first week of school go for your little darlings?

 

In my castle Prince #1 is up late moaning about Spanish. Helllllllo, we live in Texas, command of this language is a life long skill! You can’t be like your father who took French and now only knows the word for 'cheese.' Prince #2 is exhausted but enjoying dipping his toe into the triumvirate of school work, sports and girls. I drop off my happy first grader Prince #3 at 7:30 and get a Linda Blair worthy demon at 3:00. 

 

And why? Because they are tired.

 

Now I’m not one of those moms who just let’s their kids stay up to watch Conan. I really do have set bedtimes for them. They are just not into the groove of waking up early. Oh yes, I had lots of intentions to get them on track in the waning days of summer. Yeah, that so didn’t happen.

 

I get up at 5:45, simply to enjoy a moment of peace. Tim should be in the shower by 6. Matthew should be in there by 6:15. I just let Christopher wallow in whatever scent he accumulated from his sweaty head during a night. When no one is up by 6:30 I will burst into their rooms singing ‘The Good Morning Song.’ Decorum prohibits the details of it here. I have several other tricks up my sleeve. Jumping on the bed screaming ‘Earthquake’, or dragging all the sheets off the bed are two of my favorites. I have threatened and followed through on throwing a pajama clad kid into the van and driving off to school. I don’t inform them that I’ve stowed their uniform in the trunk. Laugh away, it worked.

 

I hope all your boys are in their places with bright shiny faces tomorrow!

 

Reign On!

 

Queen Linda