I tried to do too much this morning.
Upon going downstairs this morning at 7:15 a.m., my daughter and I put powdered sugar on the truffles we made Sunday. Then I melted chocolate, burnt it, and had to put off finishing our treats.
While that took place, I baked hash browns in the toaster over and bacon on the stove. When that was done, I took the bacon came off, cleaned the pan and the eggs went in. Something clearly went wrong there because my son wouldn’t eat the eggs.
Shoes on, socks not, my kids were ready to go a few minutes after the bus arrived. But I still needed a shower. I heard some game of “I have your juice box” going on and lots of screaming and laughing while I was upstairs. I think I forgot to rinse out the conditioner from my hair in my rush to get OUT of the shower.
When I was ready, I loaded the kids in the car. But then I remembered I was going to pick up Christmas stamps to get my cards in the mail. Since I was going to do that I thought I might as well grab the two boxes of baby clothes in my garage to mail to my sister in Minnesota. Five minutes later (or was it 10 - I had to sort the clothes to make sure I had the right sizes. The kids watched me from the car where they were already belted in), I started the car, shut the garage door and drove my son to school.
Or did I shut the garage door?
Sure enough, we were three minutes late to school and he had to go get a tardy slip from the office.
I called to take the blame. (Forgive the grammar in this posting - clearly my brain is reacting to my morning.)
