7:00 get out of bed, think to myself I have 1 1/2 hours to get myself dressed, the kids fed and dressed and get out the door. I can do this, even though I'm late every day, today we will be on time and I will be at the library studying by 9:00.
What really happened was that I fix Carlisle and myself breakfast and she starts to eat, I decide to check on Rainey (who was still sleeping) b/c she had a really bad bump on her head and I was a little worried about it. Of course when I go into Rainey's room, Carlisle starts screaming about how she wants her English muffin put back together, and apparently it is too challenging for a 4 year old to put one side of the muffin back on top of the other. Screaming wakes Rainey up, she was fine, good move on my part to check on her. Take Rainey into kitchen, Baxter has eaten my breakfast. Oh well, don't really have time to eat anyway. Fix Rainey breakfast.
Pack everyone's school bags, diapers, sippy cups, coats etc etc.... Carlisle then falls out of the bar stool onto her head, takes at least 5 minutes of rubs and kisses to repair the damage.
Start writing recipes for Carlisle's school cookbook. Her teacher has been harassing me about this. Don't get me wrong, I generally do everything we're supposed to for school, but they also usually involve Carlisle - this is really a cookbook for parents (as most 4 years olds don't read, nor cook) and Carlisle will only be at the school for another 2 weeks anyway. I told the teacher I really don't cook, and therefore don't really have any recipes, so then she told me I could write down the recipe for rice krispie treats, or slice and bake cookies. Whatever, that would be lame. I do cook very few things, so I was digging around for the recipes of those things, and start transcribing them onto a sheet of paper.
Phone rings, realtor from Jackson who wants to talk about a house that will be coming on the market. It takes me 10 minutes to get him off the phone, even after repeatedly telling him that we cannot buy a house until ours sells, we are in the middle of exams, and I'm trying to get the kids to school. Nicely of course.
Back to writing recipes. Then the best part, Carlisle took a glass of water that had been colored with purple food coloring (don't even ask, it involves fairies) into the living room where she managed to spill it on every side of every bottom cushion. How is that even possible? Ugh, take cushions off couch and proceed attempting to clean them while Carlisle screams about her nightgown and robe that also have purple on them.
It is now 8:30, my scheduled departure time, and neither child is dressed nor have I even had a shower. At this point Anita, our fabulous cleaning lady arrives, and takes over cleaning the cushions. I begin to think maybe I will make it through the morning.
Manage to dress both children, somehow. Carlisle wanted to wear three very large, different colored bows in her hair, but certainly did not want to brush her hair. Managed to compromise on pigtails, since she could have 2 ribbons. I won the brushing battle.
Rainey puts up a good fight, but I win again. She is now wearing Christmas dress that matches Carlisle's. At least if you just look at my children it seems like I have things together.
It's now 9:00, no time for my shower. Charles does get out of bed at this point though. I drag Carlisle kicking and screaming to car for school, Rainey's next, also crying because she pretty much does everything Carlisle does.
9:07 pull out of driveway. Get girls to school. Drive myself to school. Hike up the muddy mulch trail to the library. Sit down. Assess the situation. I'm wearing what I slept in, no make-up, and I just got an Almond Joy out the vending machine for breakfast, since Baxter enjoyed my English Muffin.
Ok, wow, I feel better. I hope no one actually reads all this whining.
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