Sunday, July 22, 2012
Wednesday at the crack of dawn
At the crack of dawn, each day, my son wakes me up.
Bribes of candy and money have not helped. Threats of picking him up from school while wearing a three-inch, black, leather mini-skirt have not worked.
My son wakes me up demanding that everyone's day begin when his does.
As I use the last of the coffee buzz to get him off to school, joining him in a song about the wheels on that bus and juggling the day's demands in my head, I wonder what the day will be like.
"Today is Wednesday, Mom," my son tells me.
And so it is.