Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week

The Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week


The boys are back to school! Sadly, I am one of those unorganized moms who brought her camera home from Yellowstone, moved her pictures over to her computer, and then promptly lost her camera during the unpacking process. Therefore, I do not have a cheesy back to school photo to share as I hate using The Hunky Hubby’s phone to preserve memories. But look, I have this lovely vacation photo of the boys standing by a lava cave. So ha ha!

Whereas the boys are not thrilled to be getting up at 6:00 am in order to catch the school bus, Princess Leia Freyja loves the new school time schedule. In fact, the chickens seem to enjoy having a routine as well. Newfs are a working breed and I guess that must explain her enjoyment of the predictable schedule and important jobs that come her way during school time. I’m not sure why the chickens are so happy.

So, the morning goes like this. My alarm goes off and I go set out bowls and cereal and then tell the boys to wake up. They don’t. But that’s OK because Leia has heard my alarm and is waiting, biding her time from where she is curled up on the couch. As soon as I tell the boys to wake up, she stretches and ambles into the room. She stares at the covers for a moment and then leaps up onto the bed and begins slurping and stomping all over anyone foolish enough to still be asleep. Once they have eaten, she rushes out to the car to supervise our drive to the bus. She often stretches across all three of their laps and snuffles at their lunches. Once they are safely on the bus we drive home, but she knows when it is time to go pick them up and will bark insistently if she thinks I might be late.

Now the chickens get lots of pats over the summer, but they still seem to enjoy the school schedule. When they hear the car roll into the drive, they all line up at the fence to watch the boys disembark. They await snuggles and pats and if the boys are a little slow they will hop up into our lowest window by the stairs and cluck at them insistently. It is time for snuggles, not homework, not screen time, and certainly not snacks that are not shared with them!

I wonder what it is about a nice predictable schedule that makes all of us feel a little bit better about life?


I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!

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