I slowly opened my eyes to the light entering the bedroom. My mind tried to adjust to why there was sunshine when my alarm usually beeps with darkness.
I gradually rolled over and looked at the clock.
7:25am: "KIDS!" I screamed as I jumped from the bed, "WE SLEPT IN. GET UP! GET UP! GET DRESSED! WE HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES!"
Yes, I had slept right through the alarm clock. Dave murmured from under the covers, "I heard it going off." Then WHY hadn't he told me? hmph. The carpool mom said she needed to pick up kids at 7:45 sharp. This is a new driving schedule; we recently lost one of the drivers to the economy. I usually took my own this morning. A good thing it changed otherwise I'd have had to leave the house in my pajamas.
7:27am: The Caboose screamed for attention and I handed him off to Dave. On the way to the kitchen, I yelled at Jammin' to put a "fire under his butt". Although he is usually an early riser, this morning he slept with the rest of us. As I passed Buttercup's room to yell the same thing, she was already dressed and finding her shoes. She thrives under pressure.
7:28am: I met the kids in the kitchen and handed them breakfast; Pop-tarts - a breakfast the kids plead for every morning. Usually I deny them such sugary crap but there was no time for anything else. I poured two glasses of juice to help wash it down.
7:30am: Peanut butter and jelly make for an easy lunch. Jammin' loves apples. Nothing fancy today. He could buy milk at school. Then I pushed him back to his bedroom to find shoes. "You can eat your Pop-tart at the same time. GO GO GO!"
7:32am: I ran a brush through Buttercup's hair and dragged Jammin' to the sink. His hair was standing every which way, so I wet it down. He hates this and cried for me to stop. He didn't shower this morning and I crossed my fingers he wansn't too stinky.
7:34am: I grabbed coats and backpacks and set them in the entry way. "Finish your juice and then brush your teeth." I watched as my children drank ever so slowly. Both seemed a bit dazed.
7:35am: The doorbell rang. "ACK! Get your coats on." WHAT?!? Why is she early?
She stood there, chipper and smiling. "Did you get my e-mail?"
"I didn't check my e-mail at all yesterday." In fact, last night, as I laid my head on the pillow I thought to myself, "I should check my e-mail. Nah, I'll do it in the morning."
"Figures," She laughs, "The one day you don't check is the day that there is actually something important there. I have to pick the kids up a little bit earlier this day because I'm the school's morning monitor."
7:37am: I laid back down in the bed, sighing with relief. "I can't believe you got the kids ready in ten minutes." Dave said. Neither can I.