If you’re anything like me, some mornings it seems impossible to get ready and out the door. And picking out clothes to wear, whether it’s to school or a soccer game, can be the biggest pain of all (funny, because I always end up in something that looks strikingly similar to what I wear every other day of the week!) Of course, there are those precious few mornings when things seem to be moving in the right direction … you check off the three or ten things you really wanted to get done before work and even manage to not hate what you’re wearing … “It’s going to be a good day,” you’re thinking!
I had one of the latter mornings this past week. I got out of bed on perhaps only the first snooze of my second alarm, got in a short, but worthwhile run on the treadmill. I was showered and into an outfit that I felt pretty good about (after four or five different shirt combinations of course!) It was only 6:30 and I was feeling right on track!
Just as I’m dropping onto the couch to hopefully catch up on something (anything) that’s happening in the news, I hear my son wake up. “Geez, it’s so early,” I’m thinking.
Operation: Back to Sleep commences. I grab him before he can wake his brother up (who’s within arms reach in their quaint little bedroom) and head downstairs to the “Magical Couch” which makes napping all too easy on a Sunday afternoon. He’s pretty much back to sleep so I take the opportunity to doze with him in my lap while I subconsciously listen to the weather and make sure that the local robbery wasn’t actually in my neighborhood last night.
Cut to 30 or so minutes later… it’s now “already 7:15, shit!” which is pretty darn close to 7:45, which is the drop dead time when I need to book out the door for work. I’m feeling pretty good though… a little refreshed… got to snuggle for a few moments with my little boy… I can still wrangle together the french press for some coffee and pack the breast pump supplies… sweet!
As I’m laying my son onto the couch to hopefully continue his slumber — he WAS up until close to 11PM last night and could use the rest — I realize that my successful morning has been thrown a curve ball. I have pee all down the front of my shirt and pants. AWESOME! Good news: I spared the leather couch (so I will save about 20 minutes of upholstery cleaning). Bad news: I’m back to square one on what to wear and I have very little time. Not to mention the fact that I’d already prepped the pants I was wearing with my morning make-them-fit-lunges, as they were fresh out of the dryer (and by fresh, I mean they sat in the dryer for 30 or so hours until there was a moment to fold them!) Argh!
Some times the best laid plans just don’t work out. I had a quick baby-wipe-shower and dashed out the door at 7:50 in an outfit that was pretty much the same as what I was wearing … different brown pants, different blue shirt, different tank top underneath, different underwear that hopefully won’t show a mean panty line all afternoon… it always works out, right?
Isn’t being a mom the best?
Well, truthfully, it is (even if you end up wearing baby-pee-perfume (BPP) every now and then!)