Teenagers

Yesterday I had to wake Abigail up for preschool. She really likes her sleep, so I tried to be extra gentle and patient with her to avoid her crying spells that typically accompany her exhaustion. 

Watching her was like fast forwarding 10 years into the future. 

She did the slow roll to get her feet on the floor. 

She stood, dismayed at the day. 

She attempted to open her eyes to see if it was really actually daytime already. 

And then she dropped to the ground and snuggled the strategically placed pillow that is always carefully put down on the floor each night in case she falls out of bed. 

Sometimes, waking up is hard to do.