I hate mornings.. Like really truly do. If I could stay up until 2 am every day, but get to start the day climbing out of bed at 9.. 9:30, my life would be significantly better.
I hate waking up and having light hit my eyeballs for the first time. Ow. I hate cold floors. I hate food first thing.
But, what I really, really hate is that the deadlines seem so URGENT. We HAVE to be out the door on time, or else we are going to be late for daycare. If we are late for daycare we will be scolded because now they have to rush the kids for school drop-off.
Let me just add here, that it seems easier to just take the kids from my car and put them into the daycare van for the quick drive to drop off the older kids. Especially compared to having to get ALLLLLL the kids into the car as they continually shed their coats and shoes in the excitement of play.
And is there anything worse than to start your day being scolded? Let’s just add in some grief about the type of jackets I managed to put on my kids or whether I forgot yesterday’s lunch container in one of their bags.
Then, you always need to get from that drop off to your own work place. deadlines, deadlines, deadlines!
Further, there are so many small things to organize and a long series of tiny tasks to complete. My husband, the lucky bastard, gets to leave ~20 minutes before I leave with the girls. He does what he can with the availability of awake or not children. But, my mind focuses on the needs of myself and the girls:
- clothes for 3.
- Don’t forget the bloody socks.. That’s 6 socks in total.. Naw screw it, I hate the things.. 4 socks.
- Did everyone pee?
- yes, that includes you, little miss potty trainer who probably does not need to pee until Mommy’s hands are full and she is 1/2 way to the car.
- Any chance we brushed our hair? No? cool…
- Food for at least 2, milk for 2, tea with oat milk for 1
- Thank gawd the husband usually takes care of these items…
- Otherwise the kids eat Eggos in the car
- Lunches for at least 2
- try to appear like a healthy and loving mom
- try to appear like I know what type of food my children would actually consume that day
- try to appear like I didn’t just throw a pack of crackers and a tub of cream cheese into a re-used gift bag
- Ideally create an edible breakfast or lunch.. super ideally, BOTH! for myself.
- likely eat the breakfast at work..
- Backpacks.. where were they left, what was left in them yesterday, what is missing that needs to be in there
- Shoes and Jackets for 3
- Nevermind.. Make it 2.. I hate jackets anyway
- I will wear shoes long enough to get to work.
And then… THEN… the herding of the wild cats. You would think it was a relatively easy job. I just need to take the above tasks, apply them to 2 delightful little humans- and sometimes to myself- and put it all together in the car. I mean the car is even in the garage so I do not need to deal with the constant rain or frosted windows or heated up seat belt buckles. The kids can walk. The kids can carry their own backpacks. The kids CAN climb into the car using their own limbs. You would think it would not be that hard.
So, tell me why I spend so long repeating “please go get in the car. No. No, do not take those out of your backpack to check which spare underwear I packed you. Clean up, get your jacket, go into the car. *sigh* please leave your sister’s bag alone. She wants to- yes I know you CAN carry hers and yours, but it is her backpack and her screaming suggests she is unhappy right now. Can you head to the car? Just.. To the car. you can bring your Eggo.. Yes, the plate, too. Please.. car.. go! Mommy’s hands are full of all the things.. Can you carry your backpack. Because it’s a daycare/work day that’s why.”
“please.. pretty pretty please just get in the car!”
My kids friggen love me and just want to be with me alllll the time
I didn’t have to make the Eggos, or the milk cups.
Tea is always tastier made by someone else
They Can get in the car themselves now
They canNOT get back out of their seats once buckled in!
Things that DO help…
making lunches the night before
checking backpacks the night before
Letting them pick their own clothes- EASY!
When daycare sent home a lunch meal plan for the week. (okay, I was irritated, but it was so helpful)
Not leaving their shoes in the car where they kicked them off
taking advantage of their buckled in selves to go back inside and scream at a pillow.
So, instead of targeting anything in the blue box. I wrote this post. Good luck, Morning Me.