Our typical morning involves, me getting up at 5:30am so I can shower, do my hair, put my face on (i.e. mascara, cause I just aint gonna get used to that stuff called foundation) and making a nice warm hearty, healthy breakfast for the girls, as I am calling them down sayin "breakfast is ready", and they come down fully dressed with teeth and hair brushed....
Ok NOW it's time to WAKE UP!
It's 7am how did that happen! I hafta rush into the bath room, with Em right behing wailing, (cause I startled her as I yelled at Pez to wake up or she'd be late) so I get her started on brushing her teeth. (thankfully she is content to do this while I take my 5 min. shower, instead of practically pulling off the shower curtain, which she will/can do if she is in "the" mood.)
I grab my towel, dry off as Em is clinging to my legs, brush the hair, put it up, grab some clothes for me, Em and Pez, get some cereal started (yeah, it's a great hot meal, I know) and ooops, looks like I forgot to get Pez lunch together again last night, so that gets done as well...
So now it's 7:30a(the time we are supposed to leave when on time) and Pez is finally downstairs, ssslllllllooooowwwlllllyyyyyy getting her clothes on (she is NOT a morning person) and Em still clinging to my legs, Pez grabs her bowl (she gets to eat it in the car, yippeee) and I thow her half brushed hair into a pony/bun.
Ya see I try to get it in nice braids and brushed thoroughly, but you would think I was chopping her arm off, with how much she screams when I barely, BARELY mind you, run the brush through her tangles.
I have no clue as to how she can have perfectly brushed hair the night before and then voila Literally a birds nest in the morning, I mean how much can one move in a little twin bed, she must get that from me, and did I tell you she talks/mumbles in her sleep, ya she got that from me too, this poor child, she's dooomed!
Poor Em we didn't get her dressed, but I tell myself oh it's fine I can do it at daycare. (since I work there, and can do it then) I'm not sure how they will be able to survive with me as their mother, but we will find a way!
Thank goodness we get Pez in the door before the doors are shut and she needs to get a note from the receptionist, and I head off to grab my coffee before heading to the daycare, another day won!
Mmmmmmmmmm, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffeeeee!
Now just to survive, a few hundred more.....hmmm, maybe I need a rooster in my life cause these alarms just aren't cuttin it!
Oh yeah, your supposed to turn those things on, right?
Don't be fooled they can be WILD!
Well tomorrow is another day, we will survive!
Oh yeah, did I mention it was the weekend, those are our favorite mornings, all the coffee I need!
Love it!
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