The morning routine has always been chaotic at best. It
always starts with me getting cereal to the tune of at least one of the two of
them saying how gross or awful or unfair their choice is. Next, being of exact
opposite morning style they fight. One is crabby and sleepy the other wide-awake
and perky. The teeth brushing, getting dressed, hair brushing, shoes, socks,
and getting organized to get out the door is a mad slurry much like Warner
Brothers Tasmanian devil, except there are two of them, but they are usually
just as fighting mad at least at each other, and if for some crazy not each
other they pick me that morning. Why waste a chance to be pissed in the morning
right? This year has changed in that the husband has been put into the mix. He
gets to go in later and therefore help out. He does. He deflects some of their
anger and unfortunately therefore gets my frustration for them, right before
setting out for his long day, lucky fella!
They all get out the door. Usually after the little one has
done three unnecessary tasks, such as water plants, find an old marble she lost
three weeks ago, and gone off looking for a yellow crayon she just has to have
RIGHT NOW. So they are now late. I also never forget to get my kisses and hugs.
I always get at least three extra kisses and four extra hugs given from the
little one, no matter how pissed she was earlier. I finally settle in to my
computer and my coffee… and the little ones left behind lunch bag that I will
have to drive to the school personally
