Yes… That’s right, I’m getting my hair done. May not seem like a big deal to some, but I feel like this lady fell straight from heaven today to wash this filthy head of mine.
This is how I got here….. I woke up this morning feeling extra refreshed. Since I only have one kid home with me, this should be a smooth morning right? I turned over and smelled pee…. PEE! As much as this little milk monster was attached to my boob last night I guess I shouldn’t be shocked. So I bathe him, change him and try to find something other than sweat pants to throw on myself. Put him on my hip and brush my teeth…. Did I even brush my teeth yesterday? Ughhh
I go back in my room and dare to reach in my drawer and pull out some jeans. In this very moment the tone for my day will be set. Can I at LEAST pull these jeans up past my knees and maybe even button them?? Moment of truth reveals I can button them but feel like a can of biscuits about to explode! Oh well, I’m gonna rock them and head out the door before I’m late.
I open my bedroom door and am greeted by all 5 cats ( yes we have 5 don’t judge us). I also hear the dog whimpering which makes me think J didn’t get a chance to let her out. I put the baby down, open the cage, grab the leash and head toward the door. Ok, wait, I need to multi task; let me throw an English muffin in the oven and grab my car keys to start my car while I’m at it. I run outside, the dog goes right away so we are back in the house just in time to see 2 of the cats sniffing the baby’s head. These fur babies still scare him, so I’m not shocked. Now that he’s screaming bloody murder I must whip out my boob, feed him and attempt to fry 2 eggs.
Ok, I now have 3 minutes before I HAVE to leave. My phone goes off, it’s the library texting to remind me of the 21 books (no lie) little person P and little person H insisted on renting last week. I make a quick run to the bedroom, grab the stack of books and smell my eggs burning. I take the eggs off, unlatch the child from the milk machine and grab my muffin from the oven. Burnt egg sandwich is better than no sandwich.
I put the baby in the carrier, grab a plate for the sammie , juggle the book stack and head out the door. I put the sandwich on the top of the car and click the carrier in the back. I peel out of the driveway (now late ) and reach over to get my sandwich. MY SANDWICH !! Oh, the one that’s still on the roof of the car!! I jump out look on the ground because there is no way it stayed put with my crazy nascar turn out of my driveway, to see it survived!
I grab it, hop back in and head down the road. Whewwwwww, so much for it being an easy morning with only one kid. As I drive down the road I have a knot in my stomach. I run down the list. I have the baby, my purse, my phone, I turned off the stove and oven and then I see it. I only grabbed 1 stack of books! Not the stack that little person H hid in the baby rocker.
What’s the late fee for 10 books?