Wet-n-Wild

That describes my morning so far.

Our mornings are well-planned. Everyone knows what they are supposed to do. Each person has goal times for each step of getting ready. Up by 6:30, out of the shower by 6:45, in the kitchen by 7:00. You get the picture. Please note that planning and executing are two totally different things.

Casper is supposed to get up at 6:00 and bring me all of my morning medicines. This allows me to be somewhat functional by 6:30 when I wake the rest of the crew. Only sometimes he forgets to set his alarm, or he hits snooze, or he turns it off. Now I don't fault him for this in any way. I do the same thing. But when I wake to my 6:30 alarm and I am in the typical significant pain I wake with I know it isn't going to be the easiest morning.

That is what happened this morning. I woke them all, fumbled through my pills. My hands do not work very well at all in the morning. It makes getting my own medicine so delightful. It started to actually kick in about the time I needed to run them down the lane.

Proof that I do go grocery shopping. These lasted about 3 days. 

It was one of those lunch packing mornings that took a little creativity. We have food, just not little things that make it easy, like bread. Somehow I couldn't get them excited about egg salad on cornbread. Eliana was putting jello in a ziplock sandwich bag about the time we needed to leave. Don't worry. I threw some cereal in a bag and handed her milk money.

So we ran out to the vehicle, which was parked out away from the house. Now remember, my medicine was still not 100% on board, I wasn't dressed (at least not in proper clothes), and it was pouring rain. I had tossed a jacket on with my just-below-the-knee nightgown and lace shoes. I was pretty sure I had icicles hanging from the hem by the time I made it to the vehicle. Then the cold air blasted from the vehicle vents on my bare, cold legs as we drove down the lane to meet the bus.

By the time I got back to the house I felt like I should call it a day and go back to bed. Instead I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down to write because I don't actually want to forget. I want to remember the chaotic mornings. They aren't all like this, but some are and it is OK. Sometimes you have to eat egg salad and cornbread from a lunchbox for lunch.

Tomorrow they shall dine on ham and cheese sandwiches like properly cared for children. The sun will come out... tomorrow...