That's all the brain power I have this morning. I want to write something. Something inspiring maybe.

Not going to happen.

Do you ever get to the point where life just overpowers you, and you feel helpless to control it? That's where I'm at right this second.

I'm recovering from a hectic mama morning.

I slept in. Sleeping in for me means 6:45 a.m. rather than 5:30 a.m. I have a strong internal clock that requires no alarm clock, but sometimes my body overpowers me.

Drag myself out of bed because my brain tells me to get up even though my body protests.

Open Kate's door. "Get up, sweetheart, you need to get in the shower."

We've got to shampoo out that gallon of hairspray you've got in your curls from "play hair."

7 a.m.

"Katelyn, get up!" I call.

7:15 a.m.

"Katelyn, you've GOT to get in the shower right now."

7:27 a.m.

Realize she can have hot dogs for school lunch rather than me packing her a lunch. Suh-weet!

7:30 a.m.

"Katelyn, we've got to get in the car RIGHT NOW!"

Open Jimmy's door.

"Baby, I'm going to take Kate to school; but you've got to wake up, k?"

No response.

Katelyn opens the bathroom door, hair is snarly in the back. I start to comb through it. THERE'S STILL HAIRSPRAY IN HER HAIR!!

10 minutes later, lots of water, and detangler, and tears, and frustration, and so many snarls--we're good to go. (Yesterday we reshampooed it, which made us late.)

7:50 a.m.

Jump in the van and head up to the Junior High. Write her an excuse. What to write? "Please excuse Katelyn for being late. Her 'play hair' took a little longer to untangle than we anticipated." Well, not exactly, but she's off.

7:10 a.m.

Back home.

"Jimmy, we've got to eat RIGHT NOW or we're going to be late."

"Cereal? I didn't want cereal. I wanted pancakes," he cries.

"You're seven years old. That's not how we get what we want, baby," I warn.

"I'll be happy to get you pancakes on a day when we're not running late," I reason.

7:15 a.m.

"Please eat. We're going to be late."

7:25 a.m.

Jump in the car. Pick up the neighborhood friend. Head to school. Bell rings.

Now I'm sitting here. Still in my pj's. Trying to regroup and recover.

I hate mornings like this!


  1. Know those mornings all too well! Hang in there Mom ~ we're doing a great work. Especially ont he difficult mornings.

  2. I can so totally sympathize with your morning...some days take all I have and more. Hang in there!

  3. I already feel my days are hectic and my two girls are just 3 years old and the other is 11 months. Urgh! What have I gotten myself into :-)

  4. OMG! That was my morning (fast forward to teenagers)!!!! The 'get up' scenario' same... 'drive to school' thing...same...'pasta lunch' instead of hot dogs...yup...
    You could have had a camera crew in here, it's the same experience. I came home and looked in the mirror and just shook my head. Good thing it was sunny out and I could get away with wearing shades! Glad to know I am in good company! Hugs...

  5. I hear ya!
    5:30!!!!?! wow!

  6. i hate those types of mornings too, but I try to remind myself that it won't be too much longer before they don't need me in this capacity. So through gritted teeth as I argue with a 10 yr old about rushing to school I try to smile and enjoy it! :)


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