You see, the boys wake up at 6:45. Their school starts much earlier. I have the luxury of getting them ready and out the door while the girls are still dreaming. After they leave, I have five or ten minutes to myself and then I wake up Big Sis. Baby Girl usually doesn't wake up until after Sis is done with breakfast. Occasionally, I have to wake her so we can drive Big Sis to school.
So this morning, the entire plan and routine was almost foiled. One sure fire way to get me in a grouchy mood is to ruin my routine. I'm not one of those people who has to have everything all laid out to be happy, but I'm pretty darn close.
As I continued to rock Baby Girl, I realized that the moments were quickly passing. My aunt would soon appear in the driveway to take the boys to school. I wasn't sure if they boys were aware that we had a Level Three Emergency and that I was in the Baby's room trying to get her back to sleep. All I needed was one of them to come up the stairs doing that really loud whispery, "Mom!" thing.
The moment was now. In one motion, I stood up, repositioned the fidgety toddler, and laid her back down in The Hole. She was beginning to protest, but I covered her up and handed her Puppy. "Go back to sleep," I whispered. "It's still night-night time." I maneuvered back through the door like an acrobat to allow as little light and sound in the room as possible.
Downstairs, I could hear her muted cries. The sun was peeking through the living room window and the boys were zipped up and ready to go. Fortunately, Baby Girl's room is on the west side of the house. It takes the sunrise a minute longer to reach her.