October 22nd, 2009

if the kids aren't dead

I'm totally winning mother of the year.

So if you other moms think you're in the running, just know that I've got it locked up.

I'm pretty sure I fell asleep right after Glee last night. Maybe even before it was over. All I know is that I was awakened this morning, by Abbey, doing her Lassie imitation of 'Timmy's in the well,' at 8:05 this morning.

My kids' school starts at 8:00.

They were up, by the way, I think playing in the bathtub. I don't know for sure, because I yelled for them to get dressed and get downstairs while I staggered in the kitchen for coffee. A record 15 minutes later, they were dressed, brushed, combed and in the car, me having shoved a granola bar at them for breakfast.

I also didn't know that the temperature had dropped 30 degrees overnight, so all they have are hoodies instead of real coats. I realized that I had a hair appt. right after I dropped them off, and didn't want to reschedule. So I had to go unshowered with yesterday's makeup and whatever mismatched clothes I'd yanked on - also with no coat.

Of course, Nolan calls and wants me to have lunch, too.

It was like a whole morning-long walk of shame. And all I did was fall asleep. Not even anything good.

So now I'm home, about to go soak in the tub and scrub my face, praying that I don't fall asleep again before I have to go pick up the kids from school. I'm getting them an alarm clock at the earliest point possible.

Good times. Gooooooood times.