5:00 a.m. - wake up, peek at the clock, groan
5:02 a.m. - wonder why on earth you are up at this hour
5:03 a.m. - realize why, but choose to live in denial
5:05 a.m. - Fine... I'll get up and use the bathroom already - but I'd better be able to get back to sleep!
5:06 through 5:09 - well, you don't need the details... let's just say that teeth were brushed while there - I'm a little O.C.D. about my teeth.
5:10 a.m. - back to bed
5:11 through 5:39 - cursing all the water I drank yesterday until finally drifting off to sleep.
5:45 a.m. - the alarm goes off
5:46 a.m. - I seriously debate texting my workout partner and canceling.
5:47 a.m. - okay, fine...
5:55 a.m. - after getting dressed in ugly stretchy clothes I leave the house.
6:00 through 6:55 - I grumble through my entire workout - but hey, I deserve points for being upright.
7:00 a.m. - I return to a dark house and think how utterly unfair it is that everyone else can sleep in.
7:01 a.m. - Okay, except for the 11 year old who just scared the b'whoozit out of me by popping up off the couch and wanting to know what's for breakfast.
7:03 a.m. - I decide subconsciously that if I have to be up then everyone else should too. I knock over the chore board and scatter magnets everywhere. oops.
7:05 a.m. - Now that they're all up - it's porridge for breakfast.
7:15 through 7:45 - consist entirely of arguments... what to wear, what to pack for lunch, whether or not the six year old is getting dressed at all... asking Veggie Teen to play the piano a little more softly because we can't hear ourselves think... whose turn is it to pray?... whether or not the new bangs really DO make the 6 yr old look like Taylor Swift... everyone telling her (while rolling eyes) that yes, she is the spitting image of the rock star because otherwise she is liable to cut those bangs off herself.
7:45 a.m. - finally dressed we are able to straighten miss M's hair - and kick the two oldest out the door.
7:46 a.m. - remind the 11 year old that plaid shorts and a striped shirt aren't the best of fashion statements.
8:00 - What? The youngest 3 are all ready? Lunches made? I think I have time for a shower.
8:07 a.m. - a VERY quick shower.
8:11 a.m. - kissing ManOfTheHouse goodbye - have a good day at work... etc...
8:15 a.m. - the bus doesn't come for 15 minutes, so yes... you can relax a few minutes. Good thing I relented because 8 year old had already been using my computer to play Topsy Turvy since I'd jumped in the shower.
8:16 through 8:29 - blissful ignorance.
8:30 a.m. - that loud rumbling noise I just heard better not have been your bus kids!
8:30 and a few seconds... not the bus, but isn't it coming in a minute or two?
8:30 and a few more seconds... what? you packed the lunch, but have now LOST the entire lunch box
8:30 and a few more seconds... mental calculations reveal that lunch money is long spent
8:30 and even more seconds yet - all you can hear are feet running up and down stairs... halls... doors slamming...
8:31 a.m. - and what was lost (the pink kitty lunchbox) is now found - but no time to break into song over it.
8:32 a.m. - they've been shuffled out the door, the door has been locked.
8:32 and mere seconds later - pounding on door. Please please please tell me they didn't miss the bus... 11 year old just forgot his gloves.
8:33 a.m. - collapse.
8:34 a.m. - wonder whether or not the 11 year old ever changed his clothes...
8:35 a.m. - Blogging
Next up? - maybe I'll take this towel off my wet hair and get dressed for the day... but wait... my meeting's not 'til 10:00... I've still got plenty of time... right?
Let's not point out that I should probably go re-assemble the chore board... and clean up the breakfast porridge... and, oh crud... fine, but frankly - no matter HOW much I get done today - the 7-8:30 time is the most productive portion of my day!
Alma 22:15-16 -- What Shall We Do?
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