Before I had to get up at 5:00......... I had an ordered life.
Before I had to be out the door by 6:30 with lunches made, brushed teeth, brushed hair, and clean and ironed clothes.......I had an ordered life.
Before I had to wake a two year old up, convince him to eat breakfast, and assure him that we do have to go to school everyday despite what he says......I had an ordered life.
Before I had to arrive at work at 7:30 and ensure that 15 six year olds were safe, behaving well, and instructed at their instructional level.....I had an ordered life.
Before I had to pick up my two year old at 3:00 despite the amount of lesson planning I did or did not get finished.....I had an ordered life.
Before I had to put Maddox to bed at 7:00 then stay up until 10:00 working on school work (not housework).......I had an ordered life.
Needless to say there has been no cooking or cleaning at my house in the last two weeks.
This blog was inspired by last Thursday morning.
I let Maddox sleep in until 6:20. Because I let him sleep in late, I decided to leave immediately and feed him Chick-fil-a for breakfast.
With his drinkable yogurt in hand we exited the house and the crying began. It escalated when I did not open his drinkable yogurt correctly. He became more agitated when he had to wait on two cars in front of us to pass through the drive through (he was yelling at them, "No, you can't have my juice box.". Then, being the horrible mommy that I am I did not put his chicken mini box on the correct side of his lap.
By the time we arrived at preschool his clothes and car seat were covered in drinkable yogurt and he had not eaten any of his breakfast. I stripped him down to his diaper for him to make his grand entrance to school only to find that he no longer had an extra change of clothes at school (another reminder that I didn't have it together).
I left Maddox in his mismatched, borrowed(from the My School clothing bank)clothes sitting at the puzzle table, crying, and still not eating his breakfast. What a great mom!
I arrive at work 15 minutes late everyday as it is (an exception made for me because of my childcare arrangements), but Thursday I was 25 minutes late!
I HAD an ordered life.