Disclaimer: The blog entry you are about to read can (and should) be considered a mother's ranting, venting account of the past two days.
Alright, Thursday morning the stars were aligned and I had one of the most productive mornings that I've had in a while. I jumped on the treadmill before the kids got up, I attended a short meeting at school, went to the library and picked up my book club's next book, went to Hobby Lobby and got some paint for the Pinewood derby cars the girls are building with Jeff, went to Costco (and while shopping got my tires rotated), went to Target and Harvest Health to return a couple of things, and headed home to eat lunch by myself. (Cue the Hallelujah Chorus!) This all was accomplished in about two and a half hours. I have to admit, I was feeling a little bit super-mommy-ish. I knew pride would get me again.
Then came this morning, rearing her ugly, snow-covered head. Zach came in bed with us (again) and took about an hour and half to fall back asleep. He decided to fall back asleep right at the exact minute that my alarm was going off. NICE. I got up and decided to make the girls a plain bagel with cream cheese (Paige's favorite.) They both were dinking around during breakfast and I told them to get eating to which Paige responded with, "These don't taste like Panera bagels." Oh, bite me. Then we go to get dressed I remember that since it's a leap year this year, Zoey's very clever teacher told the class to wear green so they could leap like frogs today. Cute. Where the $%^& is a green shirt? I look in the closet and pull out one that she has outgrown. Yeah --- that's not making the cut for Miss Princess. After many tears, one look at the clock, which now says the bus is coming in 4 minutes, we pull one out of her sister's drawer. She then informs me that she doesn't need me to make her lunch because she is having a pizza party at her school today. (Did I mention she watched me make her lunch this morning?)
The pre-bus morning activities ended with Zoey sprinting to the bus in tears and me asking Paige why she is so nice at school and not at home. Way to go Super-Mom!