The morning dance: Hit snooze button one too many times, due to a lack of sleep from only studying when the drunken monkey toddler has gone into his precious little slumber. Then find coffee and inhale it. Take a moment to remember why im doing this, and go. Starting with a shower that sucks me into further contemplation of how I could possibly make a living from this incredibly life saving shower. Then, in a panic, scurry all over the place taking note of everything i, once again, am kicking myself for not doing the night before. Trip, kick, and cuss at the debris from hurricane Remy, and remind myself that the perfect placement of my things will have to wait a couple of years, and smile and be joyful as I wince from the actual Lego I just literally stepped on. Then find anything that will fit and put it on. Awaken the tween that sleeps like the dead, and continues to looks at me like im crazy every single day, as if this whole get up thing has never happened before. Then the boy. Oh boy, the boy. First theres the struggle to focus on what time it is, because although its frustrating, this guy is friggin adorable and I want to play and cuddle. But no. This is serious time. So as hes climbing all over me and handing me everything bcuz he just wants to help...im dressing him and getting him ready as I crash into walls, save the China, and juggle fire lit chainsaws...at least thats what it feels like. Then were all dressed and ready to go! All thats left to do; grab the book bags, purses, diaper bags, lunch bags, coats, water bottles, and coffee mug. Then we lug and crash and grunt down the three flights of stairs and literally throw all that shit into the car. Buckle up, remember what I forgot, run back up the three flights of stairs. Begin the frantic search in the sea of shit before me, that once used to be my beautiful home. I do this for what feels like an hour, but is probably only 15-20 seconds. I Throw and slam and cuss, ripping through the piles only to remember... I didnt forget the item, its actually in the car. Then have a good laugh at myself. Shake it off. Take a deep breath...and remind myself again why im doing this, and head out. And wouldnt ya know? I survive every single time.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 17:50:04 +0000
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