It’s 9:22am now can I have some tequila?

My mornings with my 2 kids are mental and physical boot camp. It starts with my daughter coming into my room usually at 6:30am today it was 6:15am to tell me that its morning time, thank you time change! Then we have a discussion about how she needs to pee. Today thankfully she made it interesting by bringing me her USA map puzzle, placing it on my stomach and declaring that she  wants to go to Minnesota?! Why? Oh because there is snow there and there isn’t any here (yes and THANK GOD for that!). At 7am I usually give in to the fact that yes it is a new day and throw myself out of bed. I now begin to run around like a cartoon character with fireworks in my ass. I have no idea what I have gotten done and what I have forgotten. My husband is getting ready for work and is calm as can be, he might as well have just come from a yoga/meditation class. The longer it takes him to get ready the more ways I come up with on how to kick his ass. Where are those Gucci stilettos? My kids are all dressed, fed, brushed ready to go-they look adorable. I am still in my summer pajamas at 8am(my room is right above the furnace so its permanently 90 degrees in my room, while the rest of my house is Alaska), no socks and I still have morning crap in my eyes. I manage to chug the remains of a green juice that I made yesterday, throw clothes on and stumble into my car. I am not even in my seat yet and my daughter is making song requests. As I turn on the car and start to reverse out of the driveway I realize how cold I am, well am I wearing a jacket? No. Do I have shoes on? No. I am a  mess. I am wearing a striped sports bra, an old Mets tee shirt and yoga pants. Maybe this is why people think I am the nanny. Although to be fair nanny’s in my neck of the woods are fully decked out in designer clothes, full makeup and blinged out. I think I look more like the cleaning lady. Gotta love living in southern Connecticut-have I got stories!

For now it is 9:30am, I am having my coffee, my son is taking his morning nap and I will enjoy these few moments of quiet. I have to remember that before I know it my kids will be out of my house and I will cry like a baby when I reminisce of these days. Where’s the tequila? I have got laundry to do..

GRATIFY

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