I'm not in bed! bully for me!

Ok so I am mega tired this morning. Our carpool friend came earlier than usual, and I managed to stuff about 3 bites of cereal into my son's stupefied gullet before I took him out to the car. As I fumbled with the car seat's many tangled straps (every car seat has them, and they're ALL different) my friend's kids were prattling at the top of their voices about awesome plastic rings they had, with spiderman, superman, and snowflakes. They were so excited, and I managed a half-mumbled "wow, that'sreallycoolseeyousoonIloveyou" with my eyes half closed.

This afternoon, I can predict what will await me after I pick the boys up: A will be bursting out of his skin to tell me everything he was thinking about at the moment--some of it related to school, some so random that it could only have come from his father's side of the family (D assumes I have telepathy sometimes, and will continue a conversation he's been having with me in his head and then look at me like I'm crazy for not knowing of what he speaks). The other little boy will be excited for a minute or two, and then we'll start driving and he will go silent. By the time I get him home, he will be as conked-out as I am right now; still awake, but only in the eyelids.

There you have it, the glorious difference between a morning person and a non-morning person.

It's really a shame that schools favor morning people. I always thought my pre-11 AM students were getting a raw deal, as my already thin patience was so much easier to test in those first classes. And when I was pregnant and teaching, there was the added joy of seeing my green face while painfully trying to sound excited about teaching perspective and shading and all that. At least it made my leaving more bearable. Their new art teacher is a guy, and I'm pretty sure he's a morning person too.