The alarm clock goes off and I hit the ground running, errr okay. So I rub my eyes, throw my hair in a pony tail and stumble down stairs hollering at the kids to wake up. Same diff.
It’s a mad rush to get the kids dressed, feed them something barely nutritious for breakfast, pack lunches, check backpacks, send them back upstairs to change their …inappropriate/ too tight/wore that yesterday/you are not wearing sweatpants to school no matter how many times you tell me you that’s what all your girlfriends do…. clothes. Hurry hurry, yes you have to wear a sweater out the door mayhem. Sigh.
Turn on the coffee. Throw in a load of laundry, pick up a leftover piece of cold toast and sit down for just a minute to pay some bills. Oh, maybe read a blog or two while I’m here……..
WTH? Next thing I know it is 2pm? Yes I said 2pm! I am still sportin’ the sexy pony, have accomplished exactly nothing, and now have a killer crick in my back as a gift from sitting on my rump all day.
Run my butt through the shower, start the dishwasher, take a swipe at the kitchen
crap magnet counter, throw in more laundry, and vacuum the front hall. Leave that beautiful Dyson vacuum in the middle of the family room to help complete the illusion that I actually did something today.
Grab an apple to shut up my growling stomach.
Now must drive like a mad women to get to the school before the bell goes!
Eeek. One more day lost in the world of blog.