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I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open, and when they are open they’re burning.  It’s 5:30 in the morning and I’m up because I stupidly decided to invited the little guy’s entire class over after school today for a pizza party.  The only reason it’s stupid is because I have not been home all weekend!  I ran to the market last night for a few things, but am up early to clean this house like it’s 1997 (pre-kids), prepare beautiful food for the adults and magically my make my yard look like I take care of it.  All in 6 hours, with 3 school drop offs and one school pick-up mixed in there.  Did I mention that somehow all of the little guy’s toys, and I mean ALL of them have ended up in the dining room?  So unless I can fit a run to Home Depot for a door on the kitchen so no one can see the massive toy pile, I’ve gotta tackle that.   And, maybe, just maybe, fit in a shower. 

Not sure I’ll pull it all off.  Actually, now that I’ve decided to blog instead of clean, the odds are stacking against me.  And, seriously, because who would want to make this crap up –  the dog just puked!  I think I’ll go and get a coffee while everyone’s still asleep and try again in a little while…

I’m not usually in charge of the morning routine.  I mean, I used to be, but then I just stopped getting up with everyone, and what do you know, they left me alone!

They get up at 6:20 with my husband, eat breakfast and start to get ready.  I usually roll out of bed around 6:45-6:50, come down, make my coffee, check my email and then wrap up any loose ends for them before they head out at 7:15.  It’s a pretty good gig.

The other day my husband said he was going mountain biking and that I’d probably have to drive the kids to school.  Fine.  No big deal.  It was two days away…

Yesterday my daughter came into my room and woke me at 6:24.  I asked her what she was doing, and she told me that I had to get up, I was driving to school.  I snapped back that I didn’t have to get up until 6:30!

Two minutes later, she was back.  “What?” I shouted.  “The dog puked,” she answered.  Crap.  Now I had to get up.  6:28.  And we were out of coffee.

I came down and asked where Daddy was.  I mean, what kind of chaos was this?  Waking me up, dog puking?  Oh…mountain biking.  Duh.

I proceeded to look for the emergency rubber gloves I keep under the sink for moments like this.  Couldn’t find them.  I finally found one loose one and was so grateful for just one.  I quickly slipped it on as I was grabbing the paper towels and disinfectant.  And the glove had no thumb!  I held my hand up and sighed.  My son said, “Oh, yeah.  Um…I cut the thumb off for a craft.”  Really?  For a craft?

I got the mess cleaned up and continued to sort of sleep-stomp around the house.  The no coffee thing was starting to kick in and I was getting cranky.

My son began making the lunches.  I over heard my daughter ask him if he had done everything else he needed to do to be ready.  Moments later he was brushing his teeth and she was on lunch duty.  Finally, they told me it was time to go.  Finally, I was going to get some coffee!

I dropped them both at school, got some coffee came home and relaxed.  I was meeting friends for a run in an hour.  I had plenty of time to email, Facebook, blog.

My husband came in at 8:30 and asked if the little guy was ready for school.  The little guy?!  I forgot all about him.  Not left him home alone forgot, but not dressed for school forgot.  So my husband started rushing around getting him clothes and stuff and I still sat.  Relaxing.  Then he asked if I made the little guy’s snack.  Um, no.

Then it happened.  He spit my words right back out at me.  “If I knew I was going to come home to this, I would never have gone!”  Oh man, I’ve said that one a gazillion times.  You’d think I’d have a pretty good response to it then.  But I didn’t.  I simply told him I was cold.  Cold!  That was my excuse?  As soon as it came out of my mouth I knew it was too lame for him to buy it.  Why didn’t I have a better one?  Like we were out of coffee?

Guess it didn’t matter.  He came home from work last night and told me he was going for a mountain bike ride again this morning.  Looks like the jig is up.  No more sleeping until 6:45 for me and leisurely drinking coffee until they leave.  Unless…I screw it up so bad he decides to only mountain bike on the weekends.