Science has proven that you are either a night owl or an early bird. Well I didn't need any documentation from studies in Europe to tell me that. Plain and simple ~ I am a Night Owl! I figured this out in college when I had door duty till 2am didn't bother me in the least. Classes at 8:30AM ~~ those weren't pretty days at all. 8AM Open Vocal Lessons; let's just say the Royal Opera was never going to snatch me up.
Fast forward 19 years. School mornings in our royal abode were never really the interactivities you often seen on TV. I made sure all were up dressed, fed and off to the bus and that was about it. Our mornings weren’t anything special but they worked and then it happened: Em gets accepted into a Performing Arts high school, not across town but in another county. Translation: I have to get up and drive EVERY BLESSED Morning. Now thank fully she could catch a bus at the "closest" high-school, a mere 40 minutes away w/morning traffic. Em is like me in so many ways.... one being she's a night owl also. We got into a routine down to the minute. I got up 10 minutes before we leave throw on sweats, put hair in bun, take care of stuff. We barely grunt to each other out the door. Once in the car the radio is turned to NPR. Em reclines her seat and goes to sleep. 40 minutes later wake her up when we arrive," love you have a great day" and she was off (to sleep on bus for the 35 minute ride to school). When I got home I made sure other kids were off to school and back to bed I went. Two years later Patrick also gets accepted to the art school. First day or so he's chatty then realizes heck I can sleep... so there's 3 of us with this routine. AKA quiet car mode.
So if you're counting I followed that routine for the better part of 4 year, until Emily graduated. At that time Patrick transferred back to his home school so he could participate in ROTC which surprisingly Arts schools don't support. WOO HOOO my driving days are over, the bus stop is not even a 60 second walk to the corner. I just dodged two more years of driving at 6:45 in the morning!
THEN not to miss out on the opportunity that her older siblings had Miss Meg decides to not attend her local high school with Patrick. Oh No she wants to go the High School across the county for their TV Production and Pre-School academies. So once again I am headed out the door at 6:45.
Do you ever wonder if sometimes your kids aren't yours? That they are so opposite that maybe the hospital made a mistake? There are times I have to admit I look at Meg and say "who are you and where are your parents?" She's up with the sun and happy in the morning ~EW!! Ok yes I know she's mine but all I can think is when they delivered her emergency C-Section at 4pounds that all those tests and days in the NICU somehow messed up her internal clock. I know I can't prove it but that's the fact jack.
The first two days of Meg High School I was in Alabama taking Em back to college so Dad who normally leaves for work @ 5am drives her. Heck for him it was sleeping in, a treat if you think about it. Seems they just had a glorious time talking about the day ahead and whatever. Day three arrives and now Mom drives. I have my 645 car routine and completely forget she's a newbie. First thing she does is change the radio to some rock-my-car blow-my-ears-out station. Then after I turn that off she starts talking. Not yes, no, or grunt comments but questions that require multiple words to answer. Does she not recognize who is behind the wheel? Day four is a repeat and already I'm thinking maybe I should transfer back to her home school as the stress might be too much for her. I know, I know what you're thinking... smart move sane the sanity. Thank heavens there were only four days that first week.
Monday rolls around for the start of the new week. Meg hops in the car puts on the radio and I stop the car; then in the most loving supportive tone that I can muster at 645 I looked at her and said ~ Sweetheart I am so glad you're going to XX High School. We are going to have time in the car every morning for the next four years. That time is going to be quiet time. You can rest back, review notes for the day, heck you can even text your friends. But what it isn't going to be is Mommy Chat Time. She looked at me and said ~thank god I didn't want to be rude just sleeping on the way to school and with that she reclined her seat.
!!! YEAH she is my child after all!
BTW we have wonderful chats at 2:45 in the afternoon when I pick her up :0)