Let me preface this by saying I woke up numerous times during the night because poor Avery was coughing and couldn't sleep. So I was struggling already...and it only got
I woke up at 5:30, got myself ready...started trying to get Andrew up around 6:45 (which is very early for a child!), and he is almost impossible to wake up. Once that kid ever stops, he's in a coma.
I gave up on him, went and got Avery ready while Derek fought the battle with Andrew. We finally got everyone ready...and by ready I mean Andrew screaming, "I DON'T WANT TO BRUSH MY TEETH, I DON'T WANT TO COMB MY HAIR, I WANT TO TAKE A TOY TO NANA'S!!!!!!" All that being yelled with massive crocodile tears running down his cute little face. It was pitiful :(
I can say that now...it wasn't so pitiful to me this morning...haha.
Oh yes, it was one of those mornings.
So at 7:28 am, I look at my watch and tell my sweet husband, "I CAN'T TAKE THE KIDS...YOU HAVE TOO! I HAVE TO BE AT WORK IN 2 MINUTES!!!" (You caught my happy tone right? )
Poor little Avery was all bundled up and sitting sweetly in her car seat, already in the car...while World War III was being fought in the house.
I rush to take her out the car, sit her back in the house, sprint to Derek's car....and speed to work. I hate starting my mornings that way! I'm all frazzled and ill and that is no way to start your day. Then work was another madhouse. I won't even go there......
I'll end by saying...it was just one of those days, and it wasn't even Monday!!! Does anyone else have mornings like this?
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