GST

This was an incident I meant to post back in December...it's been rather hectic here...

Today was a "Hurry Up Day" because Hannah had a Christmas performance with orchestra which required us be at the Performing Arts Center (a.k.a. the high school auditorium) at 6:30p.m. with cello in tow.  Since she arrives home from school at 4:30, it was imperative that homework, dinner, piano practice, etc. be done in a timely manner.  That's just a nice way of saying I was crackin' the whip that afternoon.

Like a well-oiled machine, Hannah went through her paces; practicing both piano and cello, working on  Math, eating  dinner.   When I told her that she now needed to hurry up and change, she disappeared obediently into her room.  She exited some time later, asking if she could sleep in the guest room since her bedroom was really quite chilly.  Baffled as to why she would be asking to do something that wasn't even going to be pertinent for many, MANY hours, I glanced up, and noticed she was in her jim-jams!  Flabbergasted, I reminded her it wasn't time to put on pajamas,  she had a performance and we needed to leave in 15 minutes!  Realization dawned, sheepish look followed as she glanced down at her fuzzy slippers.  Doing a quick about-face, she skittered back to her room for a costume change.

Honestly?   It was comforting to know I’m wasn't the only one ready to turn in at Geriatrics Standard Time (GST). 

Dressed and ready.

2.5 hours was about 2 hours too
long for Logan