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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