Manic Mornings

most mornings around our house consist of rushing and running trying to get everyone dressed, ready and some what presentable with most of the stuff we're supposed to have with us for school that day. This morning was a pretty smooth one, but some times we have some doozies....in fact all of last week bordered on chaotic.

Which brings me to my topic for today. when i see tv shows or commercials with these extra perfect people/families with their sitdown breakfasts and calm morning discussions over the perfect cup of coffee in someones perfect sparkling kitchen, i have momentary lapses in judgement and think, wow, it's just me that can't get it together in the morning! but I know that's not the case. So I'd like to dedicate this post to things you will never, ever see on t.v or commercials and how real life of working mommies everywhere really works....

Fiction Vs. Reality:

Fiction - Johnny or Jane off to school with their perfect lunch in the cutest of cute lunch boxes skipping down to the bus stop holding mommy's hand.

Reality - Brother running out of the house at a break neck speed with his lunch flapping behind him in a target bag because we can't keep up with our lunch kit and mom yelling run, run standing in the yard trying to flag down the bus so the bus driver doesn't leave us.

Fiction - kids at school opening their lunch to find a perfect sandwich with all the fixings.

Reality - kids opening the target bag to pull out a flattened sandwich that we sat on getting onto the bus with nothing but bread and meat or peanut butter. one week brother just took two pieces of bread because he didn't like the lunch meat HE picked out, so in protest, he just ate bread that week. don't worry brother, that lunch meat you just had to have will be waiting on you next week too!

Fiction - a perfectly groomed mom driving her pristine mini van to school and walking Johnny or Jenny up to their classroom for their day of learning to begin.

Reality - mom with bags under her eyes, crazy hair and PJ's pulling up to a screeching halt at the front doors of the school. the door flies open and a few days worth of mail, sippy cups and empty coke bottles fly out. Mom crawling over the passenger seat trying to pick up the junk yelling, go, go, run! if you run you won't get a tardy slip. you can tie your shoes when you get to class!!

Fiction - perfectly groomed kids with outfits that match and are pressed and wrinkle free.

Reality - half brushed hair on your child who decided to wear clothes that were wadded up in a corner that consists of a purple shirt and green skirt topped off with two different color socks. you realize as you are telling her bye she has a chocolate milk mustache along with globs of toothpaste on her face....hey, at least we brushed our teeth!! even if we do look like a homeless child that spent the night rolling around in a ditch.


We try...that's all i can say. We try, but often times i think we fall far from the mark at our house. It's all we can do to be dressed and up and out the door without missing the bus or getting a tardy slip. I know I'm not alone, especially when I see other frantic mother's almost rear end my car in line at school when their door flies open and a tornado of junk comes flying out behind a kid running to school in wadded up clothes, untied shoes trying to make it in the door before the second bell rings because all you have to do is be IN the door, not the classroom and tardies don't count!