After three weeks, this not-going-to-work thing is beginning to grow on me. I wonder if Dream Job would consider paying me to stay home? They might, after they see my writing. Har!
Today's my last full day as a stay-at-home student. Tomorrow my kid's school is staging a big playground-raising. Parent volunteers will bring food and beverages, and work all day to build a structure for the good of the community. Just like our ancestors did in days of old. We're Suburban Amish!
Monday is the first day at my new job. My big obsessive worry is not how happy DJ will be with my writing, but how I'm going to get my ass downtown by 8:00. The last time I was at work that early, Bunny was just a baby. BB and I used to work together in the mornings. We would efficiently feed and dress her, and then I would drive her down the street, slow the car down a little, and and chuck her at the daycare lady by 7:25.
But now ... at the risk of blogging about someone's private life, someone around here seems to need a lot of time just to pick out her school uniform and put her hair in a pony tail. Dressing her ourselves, of course, is out of the question.
::wince:: There will be no alternative but to make Bunny get up substantially earlier. And, by extension, go to bed substantially earlier. Boy, is that gonna be a fight. If anybody has any suggestions how to make the transition go more smoothly, I'm all ears.
Working at home takes more discipline than working in an office. It even takes more discipline than getting kids to bed on time.
Posted by: John | March 29, 2007 at 10:26 AM
1) Convince her that "early" is the new black.
2) Convince her that "late" is the old Britney.
3) Remind her that there's only one thing standing between her and Lord Vodemordt and that's getting out of the house by ______.
4) Hint that there will extra teenage perks availble for her (more dating hours, free Bjork CDs, Lindsy Lohan and Jonathon Rhys-Meyers subbbing as mom and dad) provided she plays ball with you now. Then, of course, pretend like you never bargained with her at all when she is a teen.
5) Retro Parenting: Threaten to send her to a military school if she crosses you.
6) Fox News Tactics: Tell her that surveys show that 87% of all young girls who don't get out of bed by ______ grow up to be Chelsea Clinton.
7) Point out that it's extremely easy to rip entire Diamanda Galas CDs to her Ipod and set it for "shuffle repeat"!
8) Threaten that unless she is up and about by _____ she is allowed only Mixolydian modes to sing.
9) Tuba lessons. With Anne Heche. Weekly.
10) Tell her that all the ponies in the neighborhood are saying bad things about her and she's not even 13 yet.
Posted by: Anthony | March 29, 2007 at 11:43 AM
Change the clock but don't tell her.
Posted by: Jo | March 29, 2007 at 05:54 PM
Oh dear, Bunny too? I can't tell you how many times I've been scolded for not giving him enough time to change into his Yee for Tae Kwon-do. I have no advice for you other than this: YOU should pick your favorite poison and start the day with a shot of it until she adapts to the routine. At least one of you would be happy! :D
Posted by: Wende | March 30, 2007 at 10:57 AM