What is it about those last 10 minutes you have left in the morning before leaving to drop the cherubs off at daycare on your way to work?
In my mind I picture my children getting on their jackets, slipping their feets into shoes and boots, and after blowing one more kiss at the puppy, tromping out to the truck as I gather up my coffee and work bag and follow them out.
However, each morning as soon as the clock crosses into that final 10 minutes before whatever time it is I've decided we need to leave, some little bit of hell breaks loose.
Sometimes it's something easy to remedy, like a missing shoe or forgotten lunchbox. Mild chaos would be having to suddenly go potty once strapped in the carseat. Which requires unbelting from the carseat, up the stairs, over the baby gate, past the licky puppy to bathroom.
This morning, was a good one.
Thing 1 went out to get the newspaper, so the puppy would having something to 'go' on while we were gone for the day. Instead of going out through the garage, he went out the front door. Thing 2, who had been hiding all morning instead of getting dressed, followed him out, in her t-shirt, panties and wild hair. As I'm calling her back in the house, the puppy slips out the door and runs off into the yard.
Thing 2 insists it's more important to get the paper in the house as I'm attempting to get the puppy to keep from running out of the yard, and at the same time trying to convince him that no, he needs to hop his bare footed self over to help capture the puppy.
In the end, we're that family running down the street, barefoot, jumping through the neighbors' yards, half dressed toddler in tow at 7:30 in the morning, me yelling for the puppy to Come Here! Sit! Sit! Sit!
I caught her at the end of the street, she was distracted by something and had to turn around to give it another sniff.
Bitterly complaining about cold feet, we all walked home and finished getting ready, wrestling Thing 2 into clothes that I dare pick out instead of letting her do it. Never mind her hidden state all morning.
In my mind I picture my children getting on their jackets, slipping their feets into shoes and boots, and after blowing one more kiss at the puppy, tromping out to the truck as I gather up my coffee and work bag and follow them out.
However, each morning as soon as the clock crosses into that final 10 minutes before whatever time it is I've decided we need to leave, some little bit of hell breaks loose.
Sometimes it's something easy to remedy, like a missing shoe or forgotten lunchbox. Mild chaos would be having to suddenly go potty once strapped in the carseat. Which requires unbelting from the carseat, up the stairs, over the baby gate, past the licky puppy to bathroom.
This morning, was a good one.
Thing 1 went out to get the newspaper, so the puppy would having something to 'go' on while we were gone for the day. Instead of going out through the garage, he went out the front door. Thing 2, who had been hiding all morning instead of getting dressed, followed him out, in her t-shirt, panties and wild hair. As I'm calling her back in the house, the puppy slips out the door and runs off into the yard.
Thing 2 insists it's more important to get the paper in the house as I'm attempting to get the puppy to keep from running out of the yard, and at the same time trying to convince him that no, he needs to hop his bare footed self over to help capture the puppy.
In the end, we're that family running down the street, barefoot, jumping through the neighbors' yards, half dressed toddler in tow at 7:30 in the morning, me yelling for the puppy to Come Here! Sit! Sit! Sit!
I caught her at the end of the street, she was distracted by something and had to turn around to give it another sniff.
Bitterly complaining about cold feet, we all walked home and finished getting ready, wrestling Thing 2 into clothes that I dare pick out instead of letting her do it. Never mind her hidden state all morning.
posted by Distracted @ 10:03 AM
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