I got the elementary school aged kids up at their usual 7 AM. Our bus stop is 7:45. 45 minutes is plenty of time to get dressed and eat breakfast. K catches the high school bus at 6:30. After she left I did something totally out of the ordinary. I brought coffee and 1/2 a grapefruit for each of us on a tray and got back into bed and had coffee with my husband and watched CNN. Little grown up moments like this seem to never happen. But I paid for it.
But Bitsy didn't get out of bed. (Bitsy is in Kindergarten.)
I went back up to find her in the yoga "child pose" head in the pillow, legs tucked up under her, behind in the air.
I said something along the lines of "Bitsy you have school. Lets get dressed" and pulled her pull up off of her (pull ups are their own post) and handed her a turtle neck, and some panties and went to the closet for her jumper. There are two ways this morning is going to go right now, 1.) Bitsy will rally and get going. She loves school. She has a best friend. Her teacher rocks. or 2.) She is going to resist every step of the way.
I step back to the bed with her jumper and note that Bitsy has chosen option 2. She has her head in the turtleneck (its a mock neck, not a real turtle, and a hand me down, not tight!) and is flailing her arms and whimpering in a mock attempt at not being able to get her shirt on.
"Okay." and I unbuckle her and send her in to the use the bathroom. As slow as humanly possible.