I feel like some days I am the worst morning mother ever.
In the whole world.
We try so hard at night to be prepared for the 6:30 a.m. "walk out the door".
We lay out clothes.
We pack lunches.
We shower at night and try to get to bed as early as possible (we try for 8:30 and occasionally make it before 9:00...maybe I'm the worst evening mother ever, too!).
But even with all of this preparation...I still turn into a screaming lunatic at some point on many mornings.
In fact, most mornings it goes something like this:
5:50 a.m. (I'm still sing-songy at this point) -- "Time to get up girls! Let's make this a good morning!"
5:55 a.m. -- "Girls, it's a school day. Let's get up and get dressed!" (I'm still feeling somewhat sing-songy).
Claire gets up and slowly starts shuffling towards the living room.
6:00 a.m. -- "Harlee, if you're not up by the time I get back in here, we're going to have a big problem." (I'm losing my spunk at this point).
6:05 a.m. -- I shout from the bathroom, "Harlee! Are you up?"
Harlee answers, as she jumps out of bed before I make it back there, "Yeeeeeesssssss!" (I'm sure she is rolling her eyes at this point, but I try to ignore it.)
6:10 a.m. -- "Girls, we have to leave in 20 minutes. Let's get dressed a little faster, please."
They are struggling between every article of clothing to not lie back down.
6:20 a.m. -- "Are you dressed?"
"Do you have socks and shoes on?"
"I'm trying to find them!" (Claire)
"I thought you laid them out last night!"
"I thought so too, but I didn't..."
"Harlee, could you help her find her shoes?"
"I guess! Every morning, Claire!" (Harlee)
At this point, Claire starts crying and the clock simultaneously changes to 6:30.
I want to start crying, but I am an adult and that would be silly.
It would be ridiculous to cry over a morning like this.
I am dressed and ready.
Claire is crying and getting her shoes on.
Harlee is stomping around impatiently, waiting to go get in the car.
And then it hits me.
We have three children!
"Harlee...please grab the diaper bag!!! We are so late and I haven't even gotten Mattie up yet!"
The goal is to walk out the door by 6:30 a.m. every morning.
The reality is that I feel pretty darn good if we leave town by 7:00.
Now it's 7:05 and we're driving under the overpass five miles north of town...
"Hey Mom, what should we have for breakfast?"
The morning struggle is real, folks.
Have you ever felt this way?
I'm sure tomorrow will be similar, but at least it will be a FRIDAY morning.