“I want Olaf in my backpack!”
This was shouted to me at 8:30 am on a Friday morning by my 5 year old.
Mind you she had been up, getting ready for about 45 minutes and picked 5 minutes before we needed to be outside to catch the morning school bus for school.
Nevertheless, it was snowing and she still needed to get on her winter coat, hat, gloves and snow boots to trek to the end of our block to get on the bus.
Fridays, in theory, are supposed to be great days that lead into the more relaxed slower paced weekends.
So, didn’t she get the memo that Friday mornings aren’t for adding to my stress level or gray hairs on my already graying head?
I guess not! Fridays and weekends, I guess don’t really exist when you are a mom, but just some urban legend that vaguely I can recall from B.C. (Before Children).
Somehow though by the grace of god, she found Olaf, got dressed for the winter snow event occurring right outside our house and made it just in the nick of time for the bus, but not without tears (from her) and downright panic (from me).
I should have been able to breath a sigh of relief when she did get on the bus, but next it was onto round two – I had to get the pre-schooler, off to school.
She had just woken up right before the aforementioned meltdown by her sister. This kid is me and definitely not a morning person (think the exorcist right before her head spins when she first wakes).
Yet, at this point, she actually was the happier of my two kids.
But still I left her warm and sitting watching Disney Junior’s Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, while I did run out for those two minutes to the bus.
When I returned from the bus drop off, it was game on with helping daughter #2 get dressed, fed, hair done, backpack filled with snack and a toy for this week’s how and tell, which is where the next set of tears occurred.
Why you may ask?
Because at the last minute she decided to take her Elsa singing wand to school for show and tell (or as I like to call it another chore for mommy to remember on a Friday morning!) and couldn’t find it.
Somehow though, I once again, got out the door on time as she opted for Santa Olaf (yes it is February and Christmas is indeed over for almost 2 months now), on top of both of us dressed again for what seemed like the year’s 100th snow happening (maybe spring will get here soon).
Here is the thing, I should have been in the home stretch once I did watch Lily disappear into her classroom that morning, but I knew better as this was not the first morning like this nor will this be the last.
By the way, it was only 9:30 in the morning now and I was wiped out!
Because plain and simple, I am a mother and mornings (Friday or not) will never be easy (they weren’t before kids so why should they be any easier after) – not as long as I am a mother and my kids are kids, because kids are just not built for mornings or helping moms being on time ever for anything!
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