This might be the most important post you will ever read from me because it has to do with revealing one of the great secrets of the universe - the secret of... dun dun DUNNNNNT - getting out the door to school on time without tantrums and tears.
Let me start by saying this: Archer has been on time to school four times in the two years he's been attending. Thankfully, Archer's school has a thirty-minute window and also, thankfully, it's preschool so it doesn't *really* matter. But Kindergarten is coming. I am very aware of this because we're in apply-to-charter-and-magnet-school-mode, and being late will not be tolerated come Fall 2010.
I blame myself partially. I'm hopeless in the morning and can never quite time the trip to school, especially as it ranges wildly. (Anywhere from ten minutes to forty-five depending on tree-trimming, road-fixing, show-shooting, and of course, cars-driving.) That being said, until two weeks ago, it wasn't ALL my fault that we were late every day.
Archer happens to suffer from I-hate-to-get-dressed-in-the-morning-syndrome-especially-on-school-days and has for the past several months.

In order to try to fix this exasperating situation, we took away his morning privileges. In the past he was able to watch one show (always Little Einsteins, his favorite) before school as Hal and I were getting the day prepared.
"Fine!" I said one morning as Archer kicked and screamed and refused his clothes. "No more Einsteins!"
He cried louder. Kicked harder. But that was that. We haven't watched TV in the morning since.
After that, I started a "star chart" so that every morning he got dressed without a fight, he got a star! (Every ten stars = cupcake or ice cream. Every one hundred stars = any toy he wants in our favorite local toy store.) At first the star chart was working brilliantly. Then, for whatever reason, it lost its charm. The tantrums returned with a vengeance. The refusal of getting dressed in the morning. The twenty-minute battle. EVERY. DAY.
It wasn't until I had a panic attack in the middle of his worst tantrum ever that I decided to take serious action. Fable had burst into hysterics followed by me until all three of us were crying and I had to call Hal because so frustrated and out of control was I, that I thought for a moment I might hit him. Like... HIT. HARD. I didn't, of course, but I wanted to.
I felt guilty the entire day. Sad. Hopeless. The morning tantrums were making us all anxious and batty and they HAD TO STOP.
"Oh! I know," my mom said, answering my desperate plea. "Just put him to sleep in his clothes! I had a friend who did that with her kids and they woke up and BOOM! They were ready for school. Easy solution!"
"Really? You think it will work?"
"Really. I do."
My mom told me the story of her friends - both teachers with two young boys who like Archer, hated to get dressed in the morning. Finally, because their kids being late meant THEM being late, which teachers cannot be, they decided to dress their kids for school the night before. That way, the only thing they had to wrestle on their kids were shoes. And until the kids were old enough to get themselves to school, that is what they did. And it worked.
Genius.
That afternoon, after picking Archer up from school, I announced our new rule.
"Tonight, you're going to wear your clothes to bed, okay? Because these tantrums are breaking me and there's absolutely no reason for them."
"Alright, Mommy," he said.
I was skeptical but optimistic. Please let this work. Please let this work. Please let this work.
Sure enough... it worked. That night before bed, Archer happily picked out his clothes for the next day, got dressed, brushed his teeth and went to sleep comfortably in a t-shirt, jeans and socks.
"This is fun," he said as I kissed him goodnight. "I like sleeping in my clothes. It's funny. Ha ha!"
The next morning? No tantrum. No fighting. Just a lovely morning with no drama. Same went for the next day and the next day and the next until we had successfully gotten up and ready to school with no tears for TWO WHOLE WEEKS. A record by far.
Two weeks later we're still going strong. Archer gets dressed for school every night before bed and we get out the door with no tears or tantrums. No fighting or bribing. Just peace. And love. And happy rainbow dewdrops. And hummingbird wonderfulness.
Of course, we're still a good fifteen minutes late to school every morning.
Maybe I should start getting dressed the night before as well
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