Through squinted eyes, I watched Steve put on his suit jacket this morning. Meeting today, he explained. He kissed me and left. That was my cue to wake up, drink coffee for ten minutes, and then wake up the boys. I carefully watched the minute hand on the clock.
I woke up the boys and thought it odd that they were so groggy this morning. After all, Ian went to bed early last night. Jonah looked cute with his disheveled hair and half closed eyes, so I snapped a couple of pictures of him with his waffle.
Then we went through the usual morning routine, a finely tuned operation. 7:05, first call to wake up. 7:10, wake up or die, clothes, clean underwear. 7:15 to 7:30, food, vitamins, backpack. 7:30 – 7:40, brushed teeth, rubber bands for the braces, last minute issues. 7:40, Jonah rides his bike to school. 8:10, Ian's bus.
Five minutes after Jonah left for school, he called me from his cell phone, because he was puzzled by the fact that school parking lot was completely empty. Was is a school holiday? Was yesterday the last day of school? It was only then that I really looked at the clock. It was 6:45.
Yes, I'm the mom who's so distracted that she sent her kid to school an hour early. I blame Steve.
Apt. 11d 
I am impressed that you can get Jonah out of the house in a half-hour.
My personal “alarm clock” is the middle school bus, which stops right outside my house, with its screeching brakes, at 7:30 every morning.
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I’m sorry. But I’m also very impressed your boys obliged!
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