I am not a morning person, not by a long shot. Apparently, that gene has transferred to the next generation.
Now this has usually been a truly wonderful thing, especially when everyone was still little and I had one of the few houses in the neighborhood that didn't start rocking at 530 AM.
However, as the kids got bigger, it started to occasionally become a problem, since everyone went to bed later, getting up for school was harder.
I didn't really realize how much the kids were like me until the other morning. I asked Boo as she was getting ready for school "How you doing?". She stops what she is doing, turns to me, gives me a look both annoyed and exasperated and says.
"It's morning."
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I think you also may have gotten the gene from someone you know.
Every morning as SLiM bumps around the house forgetting where he is going or what he is supposed to be doing and has trouble putting a full sentence together, I am reminded of early morning trips to the bus with Soupeater in the drivers seat, literally on autopilot.
I have to agree, I remember early morning trips driving at five miles an hour.
some things never change Soupeater still acts like he is walking through pea soup in the morning related
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