This weekend there is a summer festival going on in the town where I teach. Being our school's teacher union rep, I received an email from our union president, asking for people to volunteer on the district union booth at the fair. I volunteered to help man the booth from 11 am to 1 pm. I didn't mind; I figured my girls could come with me and wander around together, and I also thought I might see some of my students from last year.
Anyway, so yesterday morning I woke up in plenty of time to enjoy a few cups of coffee before getting ready to go to the fair. I also woke up my girls, telling them if they wanted to come with me, they had to get up, get dressed, eat breakfast. Then I left their room and finished getting ready. The girls slept on.
Soon it was about 20 minutes to 11:00 am. It would take about 10 minutes to get to the fair. I figured the kids didn't want to go with me, so that my husband would just run me over to the fair. But I was wrong. Both girls insisted they wanted to go, which meant that they had about 5 minutes to get dressed and eat something. They scurried like little mice to get ready. Luckily, we made it on time.
Last night, as I was saying my goodnights to the girls, Emily asked me if I had to be anywhere at 11 am the next day. No, I replied. Good, she said. Because she only had had 5 minutes that morning to get ready and to eat.
"But I woke you in plenty of time," I said. "You could have gotten up and dressed and eaten right then, but you just kept on sleeping."
"But that was just a playful wake-up," she replied. "I didn't think you were serious..."
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