Just Another Manic Monday

So I stayed up too late doing laundry last night. I watched "13 going on 30" (a pretty dumb movie that has AWESOME 80's music in it) while I was catching up on laundry. Anyway, somehow, I turned off 2 alarms and the girls turned off 1 alarm and we all woke up at 7:22! Gracie usually catches the bus at 7:08 and we usually drive Sam and Clara up to the back of the elementary school around 7:40. There were about 10 minutes of wild panic while everyone jumped out of bed, got dressed (thank goodness for all of the clean laundry), shoved some food in and ran to the car. Did I mention that it was pouring rain and Russ was on call overnight in the hospital so we had to take David with us? Oh and did I mention David has been sick and whiny and cried this entire time? Are you feeling sorry for me yet? Well, we dropped Gracie off at 7:50 (the middle school carpool line is ridiculous on rainy days) and headed to the Elementary school. On the way there, I looked at Sam and realized that his hair was standing straight up in the back. I looked around for a water bottle or something and then realized that it was POURING water out of the sky. So Sam opened his window and got his hands wet (not to mention the seat and the door and his clothing) and sort of fixed his hair so that he wouldn't look like an orphan at school today. We made it by 8:05 and were lucky that the rain had slowed the busses down too so the kids weren't tardy. Had they been tardy, I would have had to walk them in in my P.J.s with a screaming 19-month-old in tow.



Can I call that my workout????