What a morning!

Don't you hate it when you wake up (after a HORRIBLE night's sleep) to that annoying sound of the alarm? Then you hit snooze...for just a few more minutes of sleep...and wake up in a panic realizing that you accidentally hit the OFF button instead? That's what happened to me this morning.

Now, it really wasn't THAT bad...I mean, I only woke up about 5 minutes past my "no morning shower" days, but given the fact that I only give myself 30 minutes to get everything ready (me & the kids) before I have to leave, those 5 minutes are crucial. Luckily the kids are on Fall break, so I only had myself & Jadyn to worry about.

I began with the normal (albeit rushed) routine...wash face, brush teeth, deodorant, do hair, get dressed...when I noticed that one of my dresser drawers wouldn't shut. Naturally, I had to take out the drawer to see WHY it wouldn't shut, and I found 3-4 articles of clothing had fallen behind the drawer. Now, I'm not usually one to complain about help around the house. Elmo is AWESOME and has no problem doing chores that he sees need to be done...without me asking. What husband does that, right? I know, truly blessed. HOWEVER...when he does the laundry I get frustrated because he doesn't do it like I would like it done. For example, he folds things inside out, doesn't match up the socks, doesn't separate the lights from the darks, and STUFFS the clothes in the dressers rather than leaving them out so I can hang them.

Once I removed the JAM PACKED drawer from the track to grab the fallen clothing, it was apparent WHY so many things had been pushed out...my drawer was so stuffed that I couldn't have fit another sock in it. Minor irritation, but certainly not worth getting upset over. I removed my clothing from the drawer so that I could put it back on the track. After 5 minutes of failed attempts, my mood had shifted from rushed & slightly irritated, to extremely angry at the drawer. I looked at the clock, realized that I had only 10 minutes left before I had to rush out the door, so I left the empty drawer on the floor next to the pile of clothes and continued getting dressed.

Jadyn, at this point, was in my room contently playing with her new babies & stroller. I told her that it was time to get ready to go to Miss Lisa's...wrong thing to say. She started crying which only made my anger escalate another few notches. With all of the patience I could muster, I gently took Jadyn's hand and led her to her room to get her dressed. Normally (on the days I am not so pressed for time) I lay 2 outfits out for Jadyn to choose from, as well as 2 pair of undies. This morning (another faux pas of mine) I chose 1 outfit and 1 pair of panties & attempted to dress her. What was I thinking? How dare I change our morning routine simply because I was pressed for time? As Murphy's Law would have it, Jadyn simply did NOT like the outfit OR the panties I chose, and began to have a melt down. Fine...breathe...count to 3...it's OK. I let her pick out her clothes and panties...which (given the large array of choices) took another 3 precious minutes.

FINALLY, Jadyn was dressed (and as a bonus, matching) and we were ready to rush downstairs & pour some Cookie Crisp in a baggie, grab a yogurt, and pour juice in a cup. I now had a whole 2 minutes to get out the door. I threw some juice, yogurt, frozen fruit & ice in my nifty Magic Bullet to make my morning smoothie, and let it mix while I got Jadyn's shoes on. I looked at her, my beautiful little angel, and noticed that her hair looked like she stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Great. Jadyn LOVES it when I do her hair (NOT). As soon as she saw the comb, another tantrum started. I wet my hands and ever so swiftly ran them over her hair and combed her tangled locks. There...she looks better. I did a quick run down of my "to do" list...Smoothie..check...Jadyn's breakfast...check...Jadyn's baby...NOPE. I told Jadyn to pick a baby, and she proceeded to pick not only her new twins, but the stroller as well. I now had -3 minutes to get out the door; needless to say, I let her bring the stroller. As we were walking out the door, Jadyn asked if she was going to Miss Sheila's. I told her "No, we're going to Miss Lisa's" to which she began to cry and said (I am not kidding) "No Mommy, I don't like it." I buckled my crying child into her car seat, and smiled at the fact that Jadyn (for the first time ever) had put together a whole sentence to tell me how she felt. I was in awe...beaming with pride...and then I thought about what she said...

Why is it that Jadyn doesn't like Miss Lisa? The house is the same, the kids are the same, the routine is the same, yet she screams bloody murder the second we get inside. I'm trying to remember how long it took her to adapt to Miss Sheila when we first started preschool, and I really think it was only a week. Today is a week for Miss Lisa, and Jadyn still screams - no, FREAKS OUT - when I leave her. It's heart wrenching. I hate it. I hope that she warms up to Lisa soon. It's the worst feeling to walk away from your baby as they scream for you to get them.

What a morning. Thanks heavens tomorrow is Friday.