My daughter Nicole is in seventh grade this year ("grade seven" to you Canadians). On the first day of school she got up at 5:30 a.m. Even though she had just showered the night before, she took another shower to help her wake up. Keep in mind this is my same daughter who hates showers and hates mornings. Throughout the summer she stayed in bed as long as we would let her. One time this summer she complained when I dragged her out of bed at 11:00 a.m. because it was too early. But on the first day of school she was ready bright and early. She came to my bedroom to wake me up. I looked at the clock and told her that she needed to wait at least half an hour before I was going to help her put in her new contacts.
Along with the shower and contacts, preparing for the first day of school involved Nicole getting her hair done by Mom, packing a lunch, eating breakfast, and getting out to the bus very early. The bus driver called the week before to say that she would be picking Nicole up at 7:35. Since it was the same bus driver and the same route as last year, and since Nicole is the last person to be picked up, and since the school is right around corner from our house, and since last year the bus regularly picked her up at 7:50, and since the bus doesn't have to be at the school until 8:05- well, I kind of figured that we would have to wait a while. Of course we got out there at 7:30, but had to wait until 7:55 for the bus to arrive. Nevertheless, Nicole was ready and excited.
When Nicole was going to bed that night, I asked her what time she was going to get up for the second day of school. She said that she was going to get up at 5:30 again. I decided to check on her at 6:30. Guess what? She was still asleep and didn't appreciate having to get up.
Can anyone guess what morning three was like? You might actually be surprised.