5:45 Savannah walks through my room to get to the bathroom. I awake only enough to sense there’s someone in my room. In my dreamlike state, I imagine it’s an intruder. I don’t care if they steal everything I own as long as they’re quiet so I can go back to sleep.
6:00 My alarm goes off and I hit the snooze.
6:08 My alarm goes off and I hit the snooze.
6:16 My alarm goes off and I consider quitting my job and homeschooling my kids before I hit the snooze.
6:24 My alarm goes off and I decide that quitting is the best plan of action before I hit the snooze.
6:32 My alarm goes off and I remember that I need a paycheck and insurance, but I hit the snooze again anyway.
6:40 My alarm goes off and I freak out that we’re all going to be late, or even worse, that I won’t have time to make coffee. I grab my phone and check my email.
6:42 Done skimming email, I play a couple games of solitaire because I may be unforgivably late, but that’s no reason to rush things.
6:47 I drag myself from my nice warm bed and limp to the girls’ room because I’m old and my knees creak when I take my first steps every morning. I wake up my girls and Clayton who has come to their room sometime during the night, and tell them to HURRY.
6:52 Stand in my closet while looking blindly at my clothes. Lament that my wardrobe would be twice the size if I just lost another 10 pounds. Take a skirt off the hanger then decide my ankles look too fat to wear a skirt today. Grab a pair of capris, then discard them when I remember the zipper doesn’t stay up on those. Lose a few moments imagining the horror of standing up at my white board, trying to explain slope intercept to my eight graders while they snicker at my open fly. Pull a pair of khakis off a hanger then decide I don’t have any tops to go with them. Throw item after item in a heap on the floor of my closet while complaining that I have nothing to wear. Black pants – too loose, brown pants – too short, tan pants - too hot, green shirt – too much cleavage, blue shirt – too sleeveless for bat wings, orange shirt – I’m not in an orange mood today.
6:59 Disgusted with myself, my clothing, and mornings in general, I pull the stupid skirt I originally selected from the pile of discarded clothing on the floor and trudge to the shower.
7:00 Wash the makeup off my face from yesterday since I fell asleep before doing it last night because I’m classy like that, shampoo, condition, shave, wash, rinse.
7:08 Get out, wrap my bathrobe around me and go downstairs to make coffee. I tell people it’s because I need caffeine so badly, but in all honesty, it’s because I’m too lazy to dry myself off. It’s easier to walk around in a terry robe for a bit until I automatically dry.
7:10 Make sure my little ones are eating, make coffee, make my lunch, grab my cup and head back upstairs. The next twenty minutes are spent on a ritual so complex, I can’t even explain it. It involves a lot of jars, lotions, makeup, potions, brushes, hair products, and burning hot irons.
7:30 Think to myself that we should be pulling out of the driveway NOW. Rush downstairs while yelling at kids to get in the car.
7:31 Remind Clayton and Jackson to take their medicine.
7:32 Remind Clayton and Jackson to take their medicine again.
7:33 Remind Clayton and Jackson to take their medicine in what some may construe as a threatening voice.
7:34 Sign planners that were supposed to be signed the night before.
7:35 Yell at the kids to stop watching tv, put their stinkin’ shoes on, and get in the car.
7:36 Begin the daily hunt for Clayton’s shoes.
7:42 Find Clay’s shoes and, in a futile attempt to make him learn, tell him for the 40,000 time to put his freakin’ shoes where they belong when he takes them off.
7:45 Start my car, look back to make sure everyone’s present and accounted for. Tell Lexi to go back inside and get her glasses.
7:50 Arrive at school as the bell rings.
8:15 Arrive at my school after wishing for the zillionith time that I had a front-mounted missle launcher so I could vaporize all the idiot drivers who get in my way.
Hmmmm, on second thought, it would take too much time out of my evening schedule to create a better morning schedule. I guess I’ll just stick with this one.
2 comments:
Sounds like what my mornings used to be like (except it was only 2 kids) except I was usually dropping them off whilst still wearing my pj's cause I couldn't find anything clean or that would fit me....
Dawn,
You are so fun to read. I am not much much of a reader. I would actually say that I hate to read, mostly because I get board with it. You do an amazing job at writing and you keep it interesting, which keeps me reading! :)
I love writing about my kids on My Blog; http://jenn-my-blog.blogspot.com/ I am not all that great at writing so I am trying to read more to get more experience in how.
Thank You for posting about your life and experiences! :)
Jenn
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