The alarm rings at 5:25 and I groan.  My back is killing me, reminding me that I have only been asleep for 5 hours because I had to work until 12:15 last night.  I stumble into the bathroom, hating the glare of the bright light that early in the morning. 

I go downstairs and the house is dark and cold.  But I refuse to the heat on yet.  I'm not ready for that.  I turn on the music and try to wake up while ma.king lunches.  4 lunches this morning.  Every morning.  Day in and day out.  I miss hot lunch!

After breakfast, I try to get kids moving.  The Princess takes another 45 minutes to eat. I am telling her every 5 minutes to hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.  I feel the need to tape myself and just put it on a loop!  Because she takes so long, so we don't have time to do an elaborate hairdo, just a rolled braid.   

As soon as I get them out the door, I have to race out the door too.  I am taking my work to another coworker who lives nearby.  She will take it into the office so I don't have to drive all the way there.  I then go to the gym and work out.  That was frustrating because I'm still trying to learn how to use the complicated treadmill. 

When I get home, the house is dark and cold and quiet and lonely.  I open blinds and get in the shower, missing my family.  How many hours until my kids get home?


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