I was up uber-late last night, finishing writing the Good Friday service. Like 2 a.m., which in my younger days would have been No Problem. But my 46-year-old body did not want to get up at 6:14 when the alarm went off.
And it didn't.
I woke up at 8 a.m. when the neighbor girl knocked on the front door. Tess got up, no problem, but when I went to wake Jillian, she said, "They won't let me in if I'm more than 15 minutes late." And refused to get up.
So I called the receptionist at school, and had her tell Jillian it was ok to be late to school. Only then did she get up.
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