By day four of school we very nearly missed the bus. I was in all out pajamas, including slippers. Although I did manage to throw on a bra. But that’s only because I knew we’d have to run to catch the bus. Coffee sloshed in my hand; it wasn’t the best choice, but since motherhood started my coffee mug’s glued to my palm. I had no choice.
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I’m thinking, is it possible that this early in the school year I’m already only firing on two cylinders. How do you four cylinder moms get kids out the door without feeling rushed?
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Maybe I need to wake up earlier, or save my coffee making until after they’re on the bus (psht, not happening), or maybe this is just how mornings are. ☕️
Maybe rushing and feeling frazzled and always almost missing the bus is something I need to accept.
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The farago of lunch items and last minute homework reviews are all part of our morning routine (routine, in the loosest sense of the word).
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Is parenting just synonymous with chaos (and love). ♥️
It’s a messy combination of feeling frantic and exhausted. I’m perpetually rushing. But that might be the only way my body is able to energerize. A lot of the time I’m only running on adrenaline from feeling late.
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What ever happened to methodical, well-planned moments. The ability to get from point A to B on time.
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If you’re a four cylinder parent or even three, please share your morning hacks. I desperately don’t want to get used to frayed nerves and mismanaged time. ⏳
I may resort to turning all the clocks forward, a trick I learned from my grandpa. If he’s 15 minutes early, he’s on time. But I bet turning the clocks forward will only delay me more since I’ll be busy figuring out just how late I am in real time.
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