The Puddles

I stayed up to late making cookies (22 packages of cookies for Ben’s class to be exact).  I intended to get up early to finish getting everything ready for today but my body wouldn’t do it after only 4 hours of sleep.  So I got up late and hurried to get everything finished and ready. They all have everything that they need in their backpacks and they are dressed, but their hot breakfast was handed to them as they walked out the door and I didn’t double check that they matched (Ben walked out with a tall sock and a short sock on Tuesday.  I did catch that one.) or that their hair was brushed.

Of course, they all left late.  Then there was  me . . . Me in my pajamas running to the truck trying to get Chris’ attention before he runs over Madie’s lunch that she left in the driveway.  Chris getting upset that they are running late. Me walking in the house only to realize that Chris left his briefcase in the house, and then me running out the front door to try to catch Chris and give him his briefcase before he drove down the street.  And doing this on laundry day meaning that I ran to the public street in my ratty pajamas for the world to see.  Ugh.  I was running and praying that no one would drive down the street at that time, but that of course didn’t happen so I’m sure I was quite the sight this morning for ALL of my neighbors to see (including both neighbors who live down the street who were driving to work at that exact moment).

These are not the memories I want to remember in 20 years, but they are the reality of my life sometimes.  The laws of nature only allow this kind of morning to happen on the days that I am not dressed and ready to go before the kids.  So I can either lament about the morning or chalk it up to one of those days.   I’m choosing to chalk it up to one of those days.  So in the words of Scarlett O’Hara, “After all . . . tomorrow is another day!”  (Just say that line out loud with a southern accent while crying about your lost love for whom you hope to win back and you will get the sentiment!)  I think I just might crawl back into bed for a few minutes and restart my day.  Hopefully my new day will start better than this one!