I'm not okay with it this morning. I cried.
The bus schedule changed and it arrives 20 minutes earlier. It really doesn't matter. It's all the same.
The kids had both Steve and I trying to get them to get ready this morning but they would not. Missy was doing everything opposite. If you push, they push back. If you don't push they work very hard to engage us in pushing.
They got on the bus. No coat. Breakfast half eaten. Teeth not brushed. Lunches are still sitting on the bench. And I cried.
Why do we have to be the enemy?
I was able to connect briefly with James last evening after I took them to swimming lessons. I gave him free range at supper and he over-ate and made his tummy hurt to the point he needed me.