Thankfulness Day 26

Today I am thankful for alarm clocks. I shall rephrase. I am thankful for alarm clocks that WORK. 

 Here's my 'life story' this morning. Husby and I moved out of Tulsa earlier this year, despite our jobs still being in the almost heart of the city. My commute to school, including dropping our Loves off at the sitter is approximately 45 minutes. 

Let's do some math. It takes 45 minutes to get to work. I have to report at 7:20 am. 

 It takes me about 30 minutes to get ready myself. Then I have to wrangle a crazy 2 year old into some sort of outfit and pray the baby doesn't need a breathing treatment as I stuff him into his wintery apparel. 

 I have to let the dog out and dig Elmo out of his warm, snug hidey hole in the laundry room so he can 'go potty' outside. Sometimes this is a challenge. Other days it is WWIII. 

 Once we are all decently dressed and half awake, I must promptly fasten the 'cooperating' kiddos in the car that I hopefully remembered to turn on 15 minutes before to defrost and warm up. Front door is locked and we are out the door! 

 Now let me tell you how TODAY went. I woke up at 6:45. This is approximately one hour later than I normally do. Bee woke up before me apparently becasue she already helped herself to a banana, some macaroon cookies, and half a loaf of bread. In my panicked stupor she showed me the 'POOP!' on the floor-- oh she was so proud-- and escorted me to 'Bubba's night night' room where she had lovingly attempted to peel and serve him a banana. In his crib. You can imagine my delight. 

 I stuffed myself into some sort of outfit, attempted a hairdo with greasy hair, and decided today was a sans-eyeliner day (this NEVER happens. Ya'll if I'm ever on Survivor, one of my three things to bring is eyeliner! And chapstick...I digress...). 

Kids dressed, cat wrangled, dog hiding...we head for the van. 

 Let me stop to tell you a fun fact. I promised Hubby if we bought the house we live in, he could turn the garage into his Man Cave. I am an idiot. It's like -8 degrees. The van doors have FROZEN shut because it's parked outside. I had to drag my poor children through the front part of the vehicle to get them securely in their carseats. 

 My neighbor was, of course, out there in her super fancy schmancy Suburban watching as she always does. I'm sure she thinks I'm a stellar mom. Whatever. Her chunky fingers can barely maneuver her death mobile. 

 The good news is when I got to work, finally, a sweet friend knew to automatically put a Diet Coke in my hand. I may not have showered or 'made my face' but I have 15 little Friends and Bestie Aide here to make me happy. And now today will be a good day. Oh, and it's my Friday. Can I get an Amen? 

 How did you survive your morning? XOXO Summer