I love walking the girls to school in the morning.
Before that time, there is usually yelling and shouting.
From me:
“Brush your hair!”
“Put your shoes on!”
“Why don’t you even have your socks on yet?”
“IT’S TIME TO GO! WHYDOYOUSTILLHAVEYOURPAJAMASON?”
From the girls:
“I DID brush my hair!”
“I can’t put on my shoes if I don’t have socks on!”
“DID YOU MAKE MY LUNCH YET?”
Once we get out the door, I have one little girl on each side of me, holding my hand.
We talk about the day ahead of us.
We talk about the weather.
We talk about anything at all.
I wish we lived just a little bit farther away.
(Except then we would be late for school.)
