Mornings in our house are crazy and chaotic, no different than most households with school age children. I have to drag myself out of bed in the pre-dawn morning, because Elle and Bunny have to be at the end of our lane at 6:50a for the school bus. Beds need to be made, breakfast eaten, teeth brushed, and school assignments gathered.
What proceeds after my feet touch the floor, is torture. Elle’s alarm clock goes off before I wake up. Her pre-teen effort to have perfect hair, styled outfits, and a touch of makeup results in an earlier start time. Elle is like me in her ability to roll out of bed and function in the morning. She never challenges me much when it comes to the school day routine.
Bunny, on the other hand, is a nightmare in the morning. She doesn’t want to go to bed at night, so she sings and dances in her bed hours after bedtime. We are strict about the girls’ bedtimes, but we can’t muzzle her and tie her down to their bed at night. The battle to go to sleep at night results in a refusal to get up in the morning.
As soon as I turn on her lights, she starts whining about how tired she is and how she doesn’t want to go to school. I drag her out of bed and start her on her morning absolutions, but there are many times I go to her room to check on her progress and I find her curled back in bed…asleep. The process then starts all over again with the clock clicking down to the school bus.
I blame Bunny’s hatred of morning on her Guatemalan blood. She is a night person…and not a nice morning person. I’ve always said Elle would be getting up at 4:00a to fed her horses at the same time Bunny is coming home from a night of clubbing. Her singing and dancing in bed when she should be sleeping is merely practice for her future lifestyle. I have many Latin friends and they are all capable of staying out until the wee hours of the morning, but morning better not start before noon.
My husband used to work for a Latin American division of a grain company. He spent a lot of time in Central and South America. He would call home during a business trip and tell me about eating dinner at 10:00p and seeing families with children enjoying their dinner late into the night. This is the same blood that courses through Bunny’s veins. She operates on “Latin time,” that kind of time that isn’t always prompt, but is always melodramatic.
Maybe that’s why the best coffee comes from Latin America. How else could they jump-start their morning after a night of singing and dancing? I know I need it to get my little Latin dancing diva on the school bus in the morning.