A Good Morning

Normally, mornings around here are chaos.  Taylor {usually} doesn’t help this situation at all.  She’s not a morning person.  At. all. 

First of all, she hates being woken up.  She’s fine if she wakes up on her own, but heaven forbid she wake up before 8:30.  So, in a nutshell, I’m enemy #1 on school days.

Second, she doesn’t like getting dressed or having her hair done. Period. 

Third, if the getting up and getting dressed goes bad, so will getting on the bus.

There have been days, as recently as last week, where I have had to literally carry her kicking and screaming to the bus. 

Oh the joys.

Today, I have to say, was a good day.

See?  No tears.  No screaming.

When the bus showed up, she went with me willingly and was happy about it.

I could have sworn I was dreaming.  I could get used to that.  But I know better.