All summer long, day in and day out, A was up with the sun. Sometimes before the sun. Sometimes the sun would just look at him and think, “Why the hell are you up? I’m not even up yet. The rooster thinks you’re insane too, by the way.”
And yesterday, the first day of school, as predicted, we had to dynamite him out of bed at 7. Today it was 7:30, which used to be our “Holy Hell, we have to leave NOW!!!!!” time, but because the new school starts at 9:05, it was more like, “Get your lazy butt out of bed already, will ya?”
Finally, I predicted something regarding my eldest son that was correct. His entire life, his only predictability was to be unpredictable, his only consistency to be inconsistent. I got it right this time.
I’ll try not to break my arm patting myself on the back.
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