Sleep Study ASAP!

As if to put an exclamation point on the end of that sleep study referral 

we came home from Children's Hospital

to one lousy night with Missy.

Thankfully, I only felt the aftermath, as my sleep is already fitful at best right now.

She woke up a BEAR and Vanessa let us in on the details of her 

very disturbed night.

Apparently, there was little sleep to be had and Missy got up

worse off then when she went to bed.

The morning routine was hard, hard, hard.

She refused to cooperate.

Her chores were a total struggle.

She did not come to breakfast.

She was late for school.

The ride to school was a misery and I was starting to grump right along with her

when suddenly,

James started to sing.

"Into my heart, into my heart,

come into my heart, Lord Jesus."

Thank you Lord for the moments when a little child

shall lead them.

I joined his song service.

Missy's  face never changed.

As I was brushing out her hair into pony tails in the school parking lot... (imagine!)

Missy surreptitiously allowed the shoulder of her jacket to slip off to reveal

  she hadn't really dressed...

she had no shirt on.

It's totally like her to try and trick me into thinking she's done her chores properly

when in fact she hasn't...

even if she must take the risk of ending up at school half naked.

I ordered her back in the car.

 She laughed.

She climbed in the car and and her spirits did a complete 180

and she sang to her heart's content along with James.

I sang, too, if only to keep my heart from falling out,
and to appear as though I was fine with driving back and forth
to school all day for no reason.

But I was bruised by the trick.
Perhaps she had more faith in me than I merited -
perhaps she thought I would be more vigilant and notice much sooner...?
Could she really mean for this to happen?

As we pulled up to the house I asked her what she thought she should do now.

She said she needed to get her shirt.

I asked what was next and she said we would drive back to the school once again.

Inwardly I rolled my eyes and thought, 

"Not on your life kiddo! You can enjoy the bench this morning."

However, I couldn't quite justify my spirit of revenge

and I did buckle up both babies once again

and took her back to school.

The front office gal wrote a note as a way of explanation of the tardiness for her teacher;

"Back a second time today,

this time with clothes on."