My alarm went off at 6 a.m. this morning.
I turned it off. Then snuggled right back into my pillow.
"I'll get up in a minute."
6 a.m. is important. Annabelle needs meds, her feeds, and my kids need woken up to get ready for school. I drifted into on and off slumber, only faintly aware that I really SHOULD be getting my butt out of bed.
At 6:30, I sat straight up in my bed.
I'd overslept. Meds, kids, feeds, snacks to prepare, field trip form to fill out. This would be a crazy morning.
I ran to my kids' room, flipped on the light and yelled, "GET UP! It's LATE!"
I threw waffles into the toaster.
I filled water bottles at fast forward speed.
I grabbed whatever pre-prepared snacks I could find.
I dealt with kiddos who "can't find ANYTHING to wear" or "can't tie my shoe!" I stuffed waterbottles and snacks into book bags.
At 7:01 a.m., I pushed them out the door then slid onto the couch to catch my breath.
I am oh-so-ashamed to admit that not one of them had brushed their teeth.
But they were gonna get on the bus on time, DAD GUM IT!
7:05: Lacy comes in. "Mom, I think we've missed the bus." I tell her to wait a few more minutes. It could be just late, right?
A few minutes later, still no bus. UGH. Fine, I'd just have to take them myself. Still in my PJ's, I threw shoes on, woke up my husband because Annabelle still hadn't gotten feeds or meds (btw, you can give meds an hour early or up to an hour late... so I didn't feel like I was TOO late with this.)
I was printing out Lacy's field trip form (due today, was gonna take it to school myself if they'd made the bus) and my husband comes out of the bedroom. "Uh, Krista? Is the clock in here wrong?"
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, but like 10 minutes like it ALWAYS is Scott." Duh, Men. Could they not remember anything?
"But, I mean, is it THAT late?"
I huff. Then look at my cellphone clock. It was 7:15, just like I...
And a lightbulb comes on.
It is 7:15.
Bus comes at EIGHT... not seven.
For a moment, I felt really really stupid. I truly had lost my mind.
But you know me. Silver lining Momma to the rescue.
When it comes down to it, my kids were ready FORTY-FIVE MINUTES EARLY! (well, minus brushing their teeth which they now had time for, WOOHOO.)
See? I AM a good Momma. (Minus the whole almost sending them out with morning breath and potentially rotting their teeth early making them have dentures at the age of 20... but that's besides the point!)