Can't believe we made it to school in time

7.45 am: Decided to stay in bed 5 more minutes after the alarm clock hit as I had trouble falling asleep. My arm hurt so bad but I did not want to get up for pain pills. Took forever to fall asleep, so just 5 more minutes will fix everything. Right?!

7.50 am: I get up - already a little stressed wasting 5 minutes of highly precious morning time - I send my 9 year old down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and holler at my 7 year old to get dressed. I get dressed but she still doesn't. I holler again, pick clothes for her. She complains about not feeling like school today. I feel her forehead (no fever) and tell her to hurry so we won't be late for school.

8.00 am: I go downstairs to prepare school lunches while I holler up to her she should hurry. 

8.10 am: Another 10 minutes pass to put on ONE shirt and while I give another shout out she screams back she is already on her way. No idea what she did for the last 10 minutes! Time flies. By now we are 15 minutes behind schedule and I urge her to sit down for breakfast. 

8.15 am: The kids fight over this and that and who gets to lick the honey spoon. I send my son to get his lunch for his backpack and holler at my daughter to get to the bathroom. She says she is still hungry but I insist she has to move on so we can make it to school in time.

8.20 am: She has some digestive issues and our doctor ordered are she has to sit on the loo after breakfast for 10 full minutes. Not only 10 long minutes in the morning, but especially long minutes if it's a power struggle all the way. We are already way behind and I scratch my harmonious morning walk to school I was so looking forward to. Not gonna happen. She whines and bickers while I slowly push her little body toward the bathroom. She complains not having her favorite book and not having enough to eat and overall unhappiness.

8.25 am: I pack her lunch for her while she complains about her itchy shirt and not enough breakfast. I run up to grab an array of shirts to pick from stopping her timer 2 minutes early (my way to buy time) and race downstairs to get ready to drive to school.

8.30 am: It takes her another 5 minutes to finally come down the stairs. I hide all the other shoes so it won't take another 5 minutes to pick the right shoes and beg her to hurry to put on her shoes. She forgets her backpack and races back up. When she finally makes it down again, she can't get the zipper up on her shoes. Never happened before, but sure today. I tell her to just step in her boots and do that in the car. She leaves the house in socks. I am still not sure the car would even start as the battery had issues the day before. But it does. I am very thankful. She complains about not wanting to step on the wet grass with her socks and not being able to get to the car. I told her again to put on her shoes leaving the zippers open and try again in the car, but she did not seem to like that idea.

8.35 am: As we are finally all in the car it takes way too long she closes her door and buckle herself. 

8.37 am: So, we sit and wait and listen to her screaming at the buckle, door and me. 2 more minutes pass. I slowly and safely race to the closest school parking.

8.42 am: We cross the street, I hold out my hand so I can help her walk down the steep staircase a little faster as we have only 3 more minutes til the bell rings. She slows down intentionally, making me tense and majorly irritated. I grab her wrist and pull her to the stairs, while she screams at me. People watch us. Always feels great.

8.43 am: I give her 5 seconds to calm down and she then takes my hand and we rush down the stairs and make it in the building with just a minute to spare before the bell rings. She cheerfully greets a friend - as nothing ever happened - and I give her a good bye kiss on the forehead. We made it. Just another morning. 

8.50 am: I drive back home. Already totally drained my day just started and I am already to go back to bed! My day and biggest accomplishment is done.

9.00 am: Now time for breakfast, dishwasher, laundry, shower to get ready for work.

Just 9 more days til summer break! Dragging to the finish line.