5:30 AM
Rise early to ensure I have ample time to prepare for the day.
5:31 AM
Contemplate brewing a comforting hot beverage to savor during my precious 15 minutes of solitude. I start tiptoeing down the stairs.
5:31 AM
My toddler, equipped with the keen senses of a hawk, immediately senses my sneaky descent, despite my careful navigation through the dark with my phone flashlight.
5:32 AM
I halt abruptly, hoping she might drift back to sleep for just a bit longer.
5:33 AM
No such luck. “Mommy! Wake!” she chirps, displaying a surprising cheerfulness considering her restless night searching for her beloved pacifier. I worry her jovial mood might turn sour if I acknowledge it.
5:34 AM
I assist the little one on and off the potty for the rest of the morning, feeling only a slight pang of guilt for her chill on the toilet seat due to the frigid temperatures my partner insists upon for nighttime comfort.
5:34 AM
This guilt diminishes as her bubbly demeanor begins to falter after being denied her obsession with hand-washing.
6:15 AM
I wake my eldest child and silently express gratitude to the universe for blessing me with a child who greets the morning with a smile. I remind myself to treat others kindly, hoping karma will keep him this way through his teenage years.
7:00 AM
I race around, ensuring everyone is fed, hydrated, and packed with snacks and lunches—everyone except for me. I do manage to prepare a hot beverage though, because, well, life.
7:30 AM
I suddenly realize I neglected to allocate time for the all-important Pull-Up-Character-Negotiations.
7:35 AM
Five minutes before the bus arrives, my older child remembers several urgent tasks: a form that needs signing and a payment, locating his library book for library day, and bringing his helmet for rollerblading day. He also wants to know if he can bring cookies for his teacher’s birthday.
7:40 AM
Transforming into Super Mom, I gather everything he needs and sign forms, all while praying there’s no need for an extra trip to school since the bus is conveniently scheduled. With assistance from his dad, who just emerged from slumber, he manages to make it.
7:45 AM
I attempt to explain to my toddler that her father will be taking her to her babysitter today. She cheerfully responds with an “Okay!” which indicates she’s not fully grasping the situation. I dread the moment when she does.
7:50 AM
I venture outside to warm up the car, but my toddler, in her frantic need for my presence, twists the doorknob repeatedly, locking me out of the house while my partner is at the bus stop with our son. Yes, this actually occurred.
7:51 AM
I try to communicate the mechanics of the door through the barrier for a few seconds until I recall that she didn’t comprehend when I mentioned, “Daddy is taking you to your babysitter today.” A wave of panic washes over me until I remember I had let the dog out upstairs. I send out hopeful vibes.
7:52 AM
I manage to get back inside. Oh, thank goodness—this could have been an awkward encounter with a neighbor or someone in a professional capacity.
7:55 AM
I give my toddler a goodbye hug (freedom is near!). She somehow managed to get her coat and backpack on, reinforcing my belief that she doesn’t understand her father is in charge today. She hugs me and chirps, “Bye, Mommy!” But as I open the door, the realization hits her.
7:57 AM
The moment is dramatic. I make my escape.
8:00 AM
I pull down the driveway. My hot beverage has cooled considerably, but it’s finally in my hand, making this morning a resounding success.
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Summary:
This article captures the whirlwind morning routine of a working mom, balancing the needs of her children while attempting to carve out a moment for herself. The narrative illustrates the challenges and small victories that define the everyday life of a parent, highlighting themes of chaos, love, and resilience.