COMMENTARY — The first day of school for the 2014 school year has come and gone, and thank God it’s gone. The first day of school can go one of two ways: either your children will wake up excited to start this new adventure with teachers and friends on their mind, or they will wake up in the foulest of moods and make everyone around them miserable until something drastic happens.
In my household, we had one of each Monday morning.
I figured things weren’t going to be too grand when I walked downstairs to find my 6-year-old all frowns in the restroom just staring at me as I walked in. “Are you ready for the first day of school?” I asked, all smiles.
“No,” was the only response uttered from my daughter’s beautiful lips.
Ugh! It was obvious that my morning wasn’t going to go as I had mapped out in my mind.
I went to wake up little sister, Anna, who didn’t want to budge, but didn’t seem to be quite so ill as her big sister, Raygan.
“I’m jumping in the shower,” I told them. “Have your clothes on, your hair brushed and your teeth brushed when I get out.” I have no idea why I even waste my breath on that sentence, but every morning I go through the same routine and every morning I find myself repeating those orders about 347 times.
As I stepped out of the shower, the only words I heard were, “I HATE my hair, I wanna get it cut off!” Wow, it was like listening to myself in grade school. I wanted to slap her and myself for giving her the talent to get so bent out of shape over a hairdo. I truly am paying for my raising with this one.