6:45– I drag Wesley out of bed because he didn’t wake up bright and cheery at 6:15 am like he did on the WEEKEND, BOTH Saturday and Sunday morning.
7:00 – Wesley can’t find his uniform shoes. I scold Wes.
7:10 – I can’t find my keys. I feel guilty for scolding Wes.
7:15 – I walk out to the car to realize the keys have been left in the driver’s side door all night long. I huff.
7:20 – Wes and I leave for school late. I puff.
7:21– Wes finds uniform shoes in the car and proceeds to change from regular shoes to his uniform shoes while still wearing a seat belt.
7:30 – Wes and I exit the vehicle at CCA. Wes proceeds to say, “I left my lunch and my snack at home on the kitchen table.” I roll my eyes and let out a big, grumpy sigh.
9:15 – Wes comes into my classroom (while my class is gone) looking for a snack (since he forgot his at home), only to find that the emergency stash I normally keep for him is completely empty, so what does he do? He eats the last piece o…