Mama said there'd be days like this...

Friday the 13th. I am not superstitious, but today has been a whirlwind of craziness. By the way, it is only 10:45am.  It was one of those mornings where it felt like it was a rush from the minute I got out of bed.  So, let me recap. (Side note: I normally would not care about blow drying my hair, getting make up on etc. but today I have a presentation and have to dress up, look nice and such. Partially the cause of the chaos I'm sure, since I usually sport jeans, T-shirt and a pony tail on school days)
6:00am- Marcus wakes up to get ready, let the dog out, pack Adley's lunch. I am laying in bed leisurely thinking I have all the time in the world right now, I don't have to be anywhere until 8:30.
6:18am- Adley starts coughing, and sneezing, and coughing, then crying. I go to get her from her crib, there are boogers everywhere, she obviously has developed a cold over night.
Change diaper, clothes, pick out my clothes. Marcus takes a quick shower.
6:50- Marcus tells me to hop in the shower quick, he has 10 minutes before he has to leave. I think to myself, "well if you are going to leave in 10 minutes when I get out of the shower in a towel with my hair wet, and no time to get dressed or put makeup on, why don't you just leave now?" Instead of saying that out loud I just pleasantly agreed and hopped in. As predicted right when I got done Marcus needed to leave, so there we were, a hungry booger nosed baby who was wanting to watch "momo" (Elmo), and myself.  One hour until we need to be at daycare.
7:00- I throw on a t-shirt and sweatpants (which I wore to bed that night), and head to the kitchen for breakfast. There is yelling, laughing, more yelling. I whip up some oatmeal and throw some pears on her tray.  I poor my coffee-into my stainless steel mug, anticipating not being able to take a drink for a while- and throw some toast in the toaster for myself.
7:15- Adley inhales her breakfast, and is yelling "DONE!" at me. 15 minutes, that's all I got. I have drank no coffee and taken maybe 2 bites of my breakfast. O.K. Fine. We wash hands, her tray, she sticks her hands in peanut butter, we wash hands again. Finally I get to the bathroom to blow dry/straighten my hair, put make up on and get dressed. Still no drink of coffee. Adley all the while is moving dog food from one place to another, innocently trying to stick Q-tips she just found into her ears, etc. She runs in and out of the bathroom. I try to take objects from her constantly, while straightening my hair with one hand.
I hear Elmo's World music- Son of a... CRAP, its:
7:45- need to be out of the house in 15 minutes.
I finish getting ready FAST- still no drink of coffee.
7:50: I am a MAD-WOMAN trying to gather all things needed for the day; my two bags, Adley's lunch, blanket, paci, shoes, my keys, purse etc.
After SEVERAL trips up and down the stairs I think I have everything, bags on my arms, baby on my hips, paci in my mouth (serious). Here we go... NOT! Coffee is sitting on the bathroom sink. There is NO WAY I am not bringing that liquid happiness with me this morning. Back down and up the stairs we go. Ok, now we have everything
8:05: NOT BAD, I think. I get Adley in her car seat, buckled in, she wants her milk. Get the milk out of her lunch bag. I get in the drivers seat with all my bags. Spill my water. All over the passenger seat, inches from my bag. Close one.
8:08- Off we go to daycare. Reach for my coffee for my first drink of the day. Knocked it over. Minor spill. Another close call.
8:10- Get to daycare (only 4 blocks away, hallelu!) Go to get Adley out of her seat, "where is your milk?" I ask, all of a sudden I can feel my leg getting wet. WHY IS EVERYTHING SPILLING!?! Found the milk.
Get inside to daycare, tell the daycare provider Marcus will be getting Adley at 4:30, she replies with O no, this is the day I have an appointment and the kids need to be picked up by 3:30..... Crap.... she did tell me this, and I forgot. I smile and say O, no big deal, he will be here then.
8:15- Call Marcus to tell him he will need to leave early to get Adley by 330pm. Thank goodness it's possible.
8:16- First drink of coffee. The morning doesn't seem so bad anymore. :)
I am feeling better now, but man do I hate those mornings. I feel rushed, cranky, and sorry for myself. A quick recap can make me feel better about it, make me realize my stress is silly and that we are human and that these moments are life.  How boring would it be if every morning things went perfectly? I always feel a little ashamed when I realize I may not have been as nice to Marcus as I should have been, or attentive to Adley as I could have been. But, now I know, and am sending a thank you, I love you message to Marcus as soon as I post this.
Happy Friday the 13th, hope it is a great day, and you can laugh at your stressors and crazy moments! <3