Tuesday, September 30, 2008
We usually are heading out the door at 8 a.m. to take K to school which starts at 8:15 a.m.
My alarm goes off at 7:15. I turned it off and do what I always do: go back to sleep. When L comes up to me and whispers, "mom I'm hungry." I gage how I'm feeling and realize that it's way past snooze and we may even be cutting it close.
I look at my time. 8:05.
K, we're late, it's 8:05, we over slept, get up, get dressed, you're having school lunch today, let's go guys.
I throw K some clothes, make him a sandwich to eat for breakfast, help him put his shoes on, smooth out his hair with some spit (jk).
Kids barefoot, with my morning hair, I put sunglasses on, drive with no hands as I fix my hair, and somehow we get K to school before that final bell.
Me to K...When we hit the driveway you need to get unbuckled, put your bag on, and when I say go, jump out and run.
I was feeling relieved but as I was driving home felt bad for all the things that didn't happen:
K didn't use the toilet
He didn't get a drink with that sandwich.
Didn't get gel and hairspray, chap stick, and moisturizer with sunscreen.
An "I love you"
Didn't get family prayer.