I love mornings. Really, I do. I wake on my own without an alarm clock right around 5:30, which allows me just enough time to get a shower before the toddlers awake. It is the two and a half hours after that that cause me to have a headache sometimes before even arriving at work. I have only been full-time with two toddlers for eight weeks. I still have not managed my mornings. I heard a story once about a single woman with five kids who had no problem getting everyone to school and her to work in the morning. I should borrow her tips. This morning, every little being in my house was in time-out before 8 a.m., including the dog who was banished outside for stealing a cheesestick from my daughter. It was a combination of not listening, rushing and "mom-just-needs-five-minutes-to-finish-a sandwich!" Finally, completely in tears, my son boarded the bus (he did not have a favorite cup that had to be tossed a month ago because it was leaking). My daughter happily took popcorn to the car for the drive to daycare since she would not eat breakfast earlier, and I managed to only spill a little of my coffee in the car. My son was all smiles when he greeted me at preschool and marched straight into daycare to see his friends without fuss. I think tonight I will make up lunches right after dinner and lay out clothes for my daughter. My son picks his out before bed, and I will try to do the same. Maybe the last day of the week can go a little smoother.
