Morning Rush Hour

  Mornings are a little chaotic in our house. Two kids, trying to catch two different school buses, with a mother who isn't a morning person, leads to a lot of....well craziness. Through John into the mix and it's out and out insanity.

  I'm assuming in most homes the morning routines are the same. Waking the children nicely and asking them to get up and get ready. Followed by a kind reminder they need to get moving. Then the yelling begins. 

  Get up. Get in the shower. Brush your teeth. Put your shoes on. I don't know where your homework is. You have to go. You'll miss the bus. Do you have your lunch? The bus is here. Run!

  Today is Friday which means we are almost out of the snack food that fills the average lunch box. The two bags of apples, granola bars, yogurt tubes, juice boxes, tuna, cold cuts...all gone. Happily it's pizza day for Riley and Alex took a pb&j sandwich with a little cash for something to drink. Thank you cafeteria.

  Alex made the bus with seconds to spare. Riley's bus is an hour later so he has been quietly watching YouTube since Alex ran off. His mad dash will begin in a few minutes. Waiting til the last second seems to be a family trait.

  Thankfully not every morning is like this. Just two or three a week. Maybe four. I keep hoping it will get better. I think I'm in denial.

  Time to run!

  Ang