5:30 AM
Rise and shine! I wake up early, hoping to carve out a little me-time before the chaos begins.
5:31 AM
I dream of sipping a hot beverage while basking in 15 glorious minutes of solitude. I tiptoe down the stairs like a stealthy ninja, but my toddler, with the instincts of a hawk, senses my escape.
5:32 AM
I freeze in my tracks, hoping she’ll drift back to sleep.
5:33 AM
No such luck. “Mama! Wake!” she chirps, her cheerfulness a stark contrast to the exhaustion I feel after a night of her relentless binky searching. I can’t help but wonder if her happy mood is going to come back to haunt me.
5:34 AM
The potty dance begins! I help my little one on and off the toilet as she shivers from the icy seat—thanks to my husband’s idea of a chilly bedtime environment. I feel a twinge of guilt, but it quickly fades as her giggles turn into frustrated wails about hand-washing.
6:15 AM
Time to wake my older child, who thankfully greets the day with a smile. Thank you, universe, for giving me at least one cheerful kid! I remind myself to be nice to others, hoping that karma keeps this good mood flowing into his teenage years.
7:00 AM
The breakfast rush is on! Everyone is fed, hydrated, and prepped with snacks, except for me… but hey, I did manage to make that hot beverage!
7:30 AM
Oh no! I realize I totally spaced on the Pull-Up-Character-Negotiations—classic mom mistake!
7:35 AM
Just five minutes before the bus is due, my older child suddenly remembers that he needs to find his library book, grab his helmet for rollerblading, and oh yeah, it’s his teacher’s birthday! “Can I bring her cookies?” he asks, as if I was just sitting around waiting for this moment.
7:40 AM
Time to channel my inner super mom! I gather everything, sign all forms, and pray he makes it to the bus on time. Luckily, his dad, who may or may not have just rolled out of bed, is there to help.
7:45 AM
I try to explain to my toddler that Dad will take her to her babysitter today. She happily responds, “Okay!” which makes me realize she’s not quite grasping this change in the schedule.
7:50 AM
I head outside to warm up the car, and in her excitement to stay close, my toddler twists the doorknob and locks me out! Yep, this really happened while my husband is at the bus stop with our son.
7:51 AM
I attempt to communicate door mechanics through the door, but let’s be real—she didn’t understand the whole “Dad is driving you” thing either. Panic sets in until I remember that I let the dog out upstairs. Fingers crossed!
7:52 AM
I miraculously get back inside—thank goodness! That would’ve been an awkward conversation with a neighbor.
7:55 AM
I give my toddler a goodbye hug (freedom is so close!). She manages to put on her coat and backpack, still blissfully unaware of the day ahead. As I open the door to leave, she suddenly realizes she’ll be spending the day with her dad.
7:57 AM
Cue the dramatic meltdown. I make my escape!
8:00 AM
As I drive away, my hot beverage has gone lukewarm, but it’s in my hand, so I’m calling this morning a major win.
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In summary, mornings as a working mom are anything but dull. Between negotiating potty time, managing last-minute school needs, and dodging toddler meltdowns, it’s all about survival—and maybe enjoying a lukewarm coffee along the way.