Morning Rush

Dear Sawyer,

Daddy is traveling for work this week, so when I took GuhGaw to camp this morning, I had to take you and JieJie, too. So instead of waking one kid up, I had to wake up three. And instead of feeding one kid breakfast, I had to feed three. You see where I'm going with this. Everything about the usual morning routine was multiplied by three (well, four, since I had to get myself ready, too) and everything about this morning was. A. Total. Disaster.

First, GuhGaw and JieJie did not want to wake up so I had to cheer and sing and shout and draaaaag their tired butts out of bed, which took about 15 minutes. Then JieJie spilled her milk on the dining room table. Then you dumped all of your cereal and yogurt bites onto the floor. Then GuhGaw couldn't find the sunblock. Then when I found the sunblock and was taking it downstairs, I didn't realize the cap was open and squirted half the bottle all over my dress. Then you wouldn't stay still while I was trying to put sunblock on you and more of it ended up on the coffee table than on you.

Then when everyone was fed, brushed, dressed, sunblocked and ready to go out the door, I picked you up and discovered that you had pooped in your diaper. And then I said, forget it, I give up, I'm not rushing anymore, GuhGaw is just going to have to be late for camp today.

Oh good lord.

Love,
Mom