In grade one, Beege decided that she wanted to be on the Cross Country Running Team. (Capitals, because it's a big deal.) Unfortunately, she couldn't join until grade two. So she had to wait. She finally hit grade two, and sadly, the teachers were on work-to-rule, so there was no team for her to join.
This year, activities are resuming, and finally, she gets to be on the team. Which is awesome. I'm all for encouraging sports for the girl who can spend three hours reading in the exact same position. Especially non-competitive, everyone-can-join, sports. The perfect gateway sport.
There is one thing that sucks though. She's seven. So her getting up early and getting to school for the practices means that I have to get up early and get to the practices. Which means that I have to get Kee up early and drag her to the practices. But that's okay. We can do this. Three times a week. Sigh.
Day 1: The girls were up, I was up, breakfast was eaten, people were mostly dressed. Lunches/snacks were packed. Things were looking good. I should have known. Turns out, we were going to be getting ready to leave the house exactly when Husband is getting ready to go. Usually, we'd still be sitting at the table, groggily eating our breakfast, and the fact that he was taking the time to shave wouldn't be a problem. Today, however, there were four people trying to use one bathroom at the same time. But we got there. Almost on time, even.
Day 2: I had to constantly remind everyone that it was a Cross Country day and we had to leave earlier. Every five minutes, Beege would zone out, I would remind her, and she'd resume getting ready at weird, cartoonish, hyper-speed. Until she zoned out again. Repeat. Kee, who normally dresses herself with no problems, chose today to decide that socks hurt her feet (and scream about it). Husband stayed out of the way though, so we managed to make it almost on time.
Day 3: The girls got up fifteen minutes early. Beege dressed herself and made her breakfast. They both did a remarkable job of getting up and getting themselves ready to go. They even cleared their plates and made their beds. Hair was combed, teeth were brushed. We had time to spare! Of course, it had been raining all night, and looked like it might rain again. So we didn't go.
We'll get it right next week. I can just feel it.