just another morning

Today was one of those mornings that if you don't laugh, you'll cry.  It all started with all of us oversleeping.  Micah was going into work late, so he was home and at 8:15 he finally got me to wake up.  John Mark was cranky, got in trouble  because he refused to brush his teeth, so I was already not in the best mood.  Here is a timeline of what happened next (all times are estimates...):

8:30- Make it out the door and into the van.  Think to myself, 'I don't have keys to the house... I really should move those to my new key chain... oh, but that's ok we'll just go back in through the garage.'

8:31- Spend the entire trip to school trying to convince JM that there is NOT enough snow on the ground to make a snowman.

8:37- Drop JM off at school.  Remind him of the things he needs to give to his teacher.  Lucy starts screaming because it's time for her to eat.

8:42- Open the garage, get Lucy out of the car and run in.  Grab the door and remember- I didn't leave through the garage, so that door is still locked.  Start freaking out.  Run around to the front door hoping maybe Micah didn't lock the door... no luck.  Realize I'm going to have to just drive to his office.

8:44- CRAP!  I left my cell phone inside too... this means I'm going to have to actually go INTO his office. 

Here is where I point out that because of how late we woke up, I haven't done ANYTHING- brushed my teeth... looked at my hair... heck, I haven't even gone to the bathroom.  Oh, and Lucy is still screaming because she's starving.

8:45- Back in the van.  Start praying that maybe Micah got held up and will miraculously just be in the parking lot when I get there and save me from some embarrassment.

8:52- At a stop light, frantically try to make my hair look less like I just rolled out of bed (because, HELLO, I just rolled out of bed!) and search the van for gum or a mint... curse myself for making a vow to keep the van super clean and take everything inside.  Decide I'll just have to keep my mouth closed the whole time.

9:00- Roll into Micah's office looking super classy.  Try to sneak around to his office without anyone seeing me... fortunately, Lucy has decided she likes her pacifier, so the screaming has stopped.  Get keys from Micah; talk a bit to the ladies he works with (from a safe distance, obviously).

9:08- Run back to the van through the bitter cold.  Lucy has spit out the pacifier and is screaming her head off again.

9:12- Realize that there are a million police cars and fire trucks blocking off the road I need to turn on.  Turn the van around right there in the middle of the street, not even waiting for the police to reroute us.  Think to myself, 'I hope I don't get pulled over for that, since I also don't have my wallet with me.'

9:20- Arrive home.  Get screaming baby back out of the van, and go inside.  Leave her in the carseat crying while I run to the bathroom and grab two packages of valentine heart cakes to eat for breakfast.

And that is the story of the time it took me an hour to get home from taking JM to school.  Anyone else have a crazy morning?