UGGG....and the morning started off so well too. With smiles and Mumu's bread. She sent it to us and we were able to enjoy some for breakfast. She makes the most amazing Nissu (Finnish coffee bread).
Apparently the smiles were swallowed with the bread :( One 8 year old had a melt down right before walking out the door to school..."I don't feel good, I don't want to go to school..." She has a little cold... no fever, no belly ache...she's fine! Thankfully her sister was a good girl and headed off to school. I go back in to talk to the other one and find out what's really up. "I don't feel good"...I then explain there will be no tv, no computer, and she will get in her jammies and spend the day in bed to get better. MmmHmmm yeah that went over fantastic. It then turned to.."I don't like tests and lots of work" Uggg....get your butt to school. She was mad, but ready to join her sister on her walk.
WELP, sis, had already made it around the corner and found her friends to walk with....so we power walked....yep...me, her, her brother who had about 12 minutes until his bus was coming, and the 3 year old in her jammies carrying her bowl full of Nissu. Oh did I mention I haven't brushed my teeth, or my hair and now im a sweaty mess pretty close to literally dragging three kids down the street. Cute!
Now she's mad again, because her sister is way too far ahead (mind you it's a very short walk to school overall...) we are half way there...her sister is crossing the road to the school.."Now she's already across, I can't catch up... it's not fair!!" GRRRRRR..... we turn around, I tell everyone to run.... Missa's legs aren't long enough and she still has that bowl of Nissu..she's saying "I'm sorry momma, I didn't brush my teeth"...Oh baby it's not your fault, your fine...as I scoop her up and walk as fast as I can, instructing everyone to get right into the car and buckle up, we are dropping her off.
We now have about 7 minutes until the bus comes for the boy....
I tell him to grab his socks and sneakers (he was wearing flip flops) and backpack and put them on in the car. We head out on the drive that should take about 3 minutes there and back... and we get stuck at the light and the crossing guard. "Oh Lord help me this morning please before I have a mental breakdown!!"
Thankfully the 8 year old composes herself and manages a smile before getting out of the car when we finally make it to the drop off line. (As much as I was angry with the situation... I hate leaving them upset)
we get back to the house in time for me to grab a hat, you know now that im a sweaty mess, and my hair that just loves humidity has sprung up in every direction. We get to the bus stop with about a minute to spare. (How I have no idea.... by the grace of God is the only answer!) I try not look at or breath on any neighbors as we stand there.
Off goes the bus with the boy on it...PHEW...we did it. Ok Missa lets go fix our hot sweaty selves... Oh wait THAT would be too easy at this point...what would be way more fun?? Missa kicking her flip flops into the middle of the road and trying to run off the other way because she thought a walk with the neighbor in the middle of this hot mess of a morning would be way more fun. That's where the bleeding comes into play...trying to scoop her off the road and carry her home kicking and screaming, I scrapped my knuckles.
And you wonder why I mention tequila!? Don't worry, I'll settle for coffee ;)
Enjoy your day!
Whew! What a morning! I have had mornings like that, they are no fun. I hope the day goes more smoothly for you. :)
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