I thought I would share with you what a typical morning looks like for me. I am sure many of you can relate.
My alarm is set for 6:20 but I end up sleeping until 6:40. I drag myself out of bed and get ready. We wake up the kids, dress, and feed them by 7:25. I am feeling pretty good about this since we don't have to actually leave until 7:35 so I get the kids dressed in their jackets, load two boxes of juice boxes, 2 Easter baskets filled with eggs, and a package of wipes for the daycare. It is 7:30 by the time everyone is buckled in their carseats. Since I think I am running ahead of schedule, I decide to do something indulgent like stop at Chick fil a and get sweet tea with chicken minis. After all I didn't get breakfast before we left. As soon as I am given the food via the drive through, Laney starts asking for french fries as she assumes that is what is given at a drive thru window. I explain that it is not french fries but mama's breakfast. Now I am feeling guilty that I got something in front of them so I take out a chicken mini to share with them. That works well because Laney wants the chicken and Logan the roll. It is now 7:45. Half way to the daycare, Laney starts coughing and precedes to throw up her chicken. I arrive at the daycare at 8:00 with a child covered in throw up. Her extra clothes are in the daycare not in the car. I grab the extra wipes and start cleaning her and the car. I then have to parade through the daycare with a child covered in throw up trying to explain she is not sick she just gags herself periodically on her food. The other parents are thinking, "yeah, right." We somehow manage to get her, the wipes, the Easter basket and juice boxes into the classroom. I change her clothes. Of course now she is dressed like an orphan for her Easter party with a hairbow and shoes that do not match her outfit. It is now 8:10 and I still have to take Logan and his stuff to his class which is in another building. As we start walking up the hill, it begins to rain. I do not have an umbrella so we try to hurry with our arms full of stuff. We get to his room but he doesn't want to stay so 5 hugs and kisses later along with intervention from the teacher and I am out the door. I drive in the rain to work and arrive at 8:28. I am supposed to be here by 8:30 so all is well.
Keep in mind all of this is done while wearing heels...Life is good.