Monday Monday. Can't Trust That Day

I might end up keeping this post short today. My “good” eye (the one that doesn't have visible nerve damage) is twitching like mad and it's driving me crazy.

It's been a Monday here today. Both kids missed their buses, and I took them both to school. They go to different schools, and the schools are not terribly close to each other. I mean, it's Buffalo, so they're not terribly far apart, either, but I was wondering how it would work out.

I fear that my kids have inherited one of my worst traits, and it's that I lack time management skills. In my defense, MS does play into it...I used to be able to do things a lot quicker, and I have a hard time accepting that it takes me so long to do simple things.

My daughter volunteered to be the one who got to school late in the event that I had to choose.

Here is how our morning went:

I don't know why, but I jumped up at 6. I mean, literally, I woke up to myself jumping out of bed. I quickly realized that it really hurt to jump up. Remember the back thing I mentioned last week? Yep, still there.

I woke up my daughter at 6 so she could get in the shower. Mind you, her bus comes at 7:04. She took an impossibly long shower, and I had a feeling that I'd be taking her to school. No big deal, we live about 12 minutes away if I get caught in traffic, about 8 minutes away if it's clear.

I woke up my son at 6:30. He is really good about getting up right away. He is as close to a morning person as we have in this house. He's rarely grumpy, never asks for “two more minutes”, and almost always wakes up with a smile.

While I was packing lunches, I realized that my son hadn't come down from his room. I went upstairs to check on him, and he had fallen back to sleep. Oh, and did I mention that my son does not like to be rushed? That makes him grumpy. I woke him up (again) just before 7, and he freaked out a little because he leaves the house between 7:25 and 7:30. 

I told my daughter what time it was, and she freaked, because like I said, her bus comes at 7:04, and she leaves at 7. She was still brushing her hair. I said to her, “okay, don't panic, I'll take you to school.”

Around 7:15 my son said that he wouldn't be able to catch his bus because he hadn't finished his breakfast. “Okay, I don't know how this is going to work, but I'll take you to school, too.”

At 7:50, we're all leaving together, and I get my son to school around 8:05. That leaves about 15 minutes to get my daughter to school. I know how to get to her school from my son's school, but I'm trying to figure out the best way from my son's school. I got her to school about 8:15. If she hustled when she got inside, she could have been on time.

I finally got to have my second cup of coffee when I got home from dropping them off at their respective schools, at approximately 8:30.

I don't do well (read: can't function at a high level) when I have to change plans suddenly; it sort of (really, really) throws me off kilter. Now I'm a little bit like lost, because it's already nearly 10:00 am, and I just finished my second cup of coffee. It looks like very little is getting done today. Plus, I still have that stupid eye twitch that started last night. 

Oh well. At least dinner is made. I made a big pot of beef stew yesterday, and there's plenty left for dinner today.