Once again, I am standing at the door with three bags, two juice boxes and one slow toddler. Every morning I am surprised by the rush for us to get out the door. Hands down, the most labor-intensive part of my is between 6:45am and 7:30.
I know I only have myself to blame. Sure I could lay out clothes and breakfast foods the night before, but I never seem to keep that up. I guess I could be like Matt lets the kids pick out their own clothes to wear to daycare. On the days that Matt lets them do that, the teachers say things like "did daddy dress the baby today?" because nothing matches.
This morning, like most mornings, William got up around 6am. He came into my room and asked to get into my bed. He is fully awake and ready to chat. "hey mom. I didn't have no time outs at school. I played in my room last night with speed racer. Do we have nappers here? The one's that take kids?" I rolled my huge pregnant self out of the bed and into the shower so I was ready to get Abby up by 6:45. She asked me through her pacifer if she could take her bunny to school. (She said specifically: Mommy, bunny go school? With Abby?) Abby can barely see me because her hair is in her eyes.
I found clean socks for everyone, packed Will's swimming suit for water day and took the very stinky trash out the curb because it is trash day. Abby has her hair up and Will has his shoes on the correct feet. Now the yelling must start. "Get in the car. Please get in the car. EVERYONE IN THE CAR! MOMMY IS GOING TO BE LATE!" The kids just think I am nuts.
In just a few weeks, I get to do this with three.
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Taking the trash to the curb in your very pregnant state....duuuuuuuuude, I need to have a talk with your hubby. Ha ha ha!
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