Good Morning

There is nothing in this world as challenging as trying to get yourself out of the house with children. Chris has been working at a furious pace, up and out before we all arise in the morning, leaving me to conquer one child on a bus, the drop off of the other two at daycare and me, dressed in a presentable fashion, hair and teeth brushed and not horribly late for work. It ain't easy.

This morning. I greeted the neighborhood in my bright red flannel pjs and red clogs as I waited with Aidan for the bus. Did I mention the unbrushed hair? I have become the mother the other kiddies talk about. Not in a good way.

I leave Griffin and Brennan happily playing as I attempt to do my "get ready for work in three minutes or less routine". (Sidenote: I love those magazine articles with fantastic tips for a make up routine in ten minutes or less! Please. Make up in ten minutes or less? Try ten seconds people. Ten minutes! I wouldn't know what to do with ten minutes.) Okay, I digress. Anyway. Three minutes or less, me getting dressed for work. As I get dressed I hear a car alarm repeatedly blasting from outside. I blame it on the neighbors. Three minutes later, I catch Griffin crawling around with my keys, repeatedly setting off my car alarm. Yep, not the neighbors.

One of Griffin's bottles for daycare explodes, leaving a mess of formula in its wake. I take the boys out to throw them in the car and my back doors won't unlock. Grrrr. I have to climb in the car from the front seat shifting around the three car seats shoved across our back seat to manually shove the doors open. I displayed a dexterity I never knew I possessed.

I just keep laughing. Just tell myself to just keep laughing. Somehow, it always seems to make it better. Kind of.