i get up. i don't want to. i tell mike, "getting up is stupid".
i realize my stuffed up nose did not magically go away overnight. i'm annoyed.
i brush my teeth.
i go wake brittin up. she wants to snuggle. i REALLY wish we had time for that.
i pick out her clothes. .... the purple "butterfly shirt" she loves.... black leggings.... hmm... those look BIG. oh, it's because they are MINE. here's the black leggings i looked for ALL LAST WEEK. now i need to apologize to everyone i accused of stealing my leggings.
brittin is groggily searching for her "toms" and attempting to put them on. i suggest we take PJ's off first and GET DRESSED!
off to my room to REALLY begin the madness.
i try to convince brittin to start getting dressed. not impressed with her speed, i take matters into my own hands. i help her get her new little "sports bra" on. i SWEAR its the hormones in the chicken! then we spend two minutes reiterating the fact that she DOES NOT need to tell EVERYONE at school she has a bra on. she wants to know if she can tell her teachers. NO! now she declares she has to poop and wonders if i got the sock out of the toilet. just the fact she had to ask that tells you something about our family. yes, i got the sock out of the toilet. off she goes.
now, i have a VERY BRIEF TIME ALONE to try to get myself ready. start the make-up... WAIT, i realize there's a dog in my shower... yep, rossi's eating the bar of soap. yell at her. back to the make-up. i get about half way done and my ADD takes over. i want to look for my jeans. not just any jeans... my fat jeans. i want to be comfy today. i head to the laundry room. in the hall, i meet brittin. she tells me, "i just pooped like a dragon". i actually just shake my head because i'm not sure what to say. then i mumble "ok, go finish getting dressed".
in the laundry room... no luck finding my pants. i go look in my closet. no luck. i look in the dirty clothes. no luck. another dirty clothes. no luck. now i'm TOTALLY ANNOYED!!!
oh well, i'll finish my make-up. wait, there's a dog in the shower... again! now SKYLAR is eating the bar of soap! yell at her.
make-up... must... finish... make-up. done.
clothes. WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR? i start riffling through the MOUND of clean clothes on on the giant chair in our room. ah ha! my favorite tank. this IS going to be a good day! now... my pants. i search EVERY PLACE again. i even look in lexi's closet... that is scary. i still can't find my jeans. i make a huge mess in the laundry room... no jeans.
Steven Spielberg is in my bedroom. thats what it feels like anyway. brittin is OBSESSED with making videos on my phone. now that she's dressed, she's making a video of her shoes. i ask what she's doing. "i'm making a video of my toms for the kids at school who i love". how can i argue with that. meanwhile, i'm still running around with no pants on... while she's video taping... everything.
finally... i surrender. i put on my "normal jeans".
now I am ready. BRITTIN is ready. what about my bigs??? lex is ready. i've hollered at brady three times, so he's miraculously ready. with seven minutes until departure, he pours the BIGGEST bowl of cereal i've ever seen. at least he's eating.
i run out and start my car. i think to myself "march 19th and i still have to warm up my car?? why don't we live in Florida?"
last check before we leave. brittin has glasses on and she took her meds. her hair is combed. big dogs in the kennel. little dog running wild. brady's had his meds. lexi is appropriately dressed. i have shirt AND pants on. my breakfast is ready to go. we can do this!!!
we leave... 3 minutes late... but that's okay, i built "lateness" into our schedule!
it's time to ROCK tueseday!
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