5:30 AM
Rise early to ensure I have ample time for my morning preparations.
5:31 AM
Contemplate the bliss of a warm beverage to savor during my brief moment of solitude. I attempt to quietly make my way downstairs.
5:31 AM
However, my toddler possesses the heightened senses of a hawk; she detects my movements the instant I try to sneak away, even as I navigate the dark with my phone flashlight.
5:32 AM
I freeze in place, hoping she might drift back to sleep.
5:33 AM
No such luck. “Mama! Wake!” Her cheerful demeanor is quite puzzling, considering she spent the night searching for her beloved pacifier. I can’t help but worry that her enthusiasm might turn sour if I acknowledge it.
5:33 AM
I assist the toddler onto and off of the potty for what feels like an eternity, feeling only slightly guilty that the cold toilet seat must be uncomfortable, thanks to my husband’s preference for arctic sleeping conditions.
5:34 AM
My guilt is minimal, as her cheerfulness begins to fade in the face of being denied her hand-washing obsession.
6:15 AM
I wake my older child and express gratitude for the one family member who greets the day with positivity. I remind myself to be kind, hoping that karma will keep him this way through his teenage years.
7:00 AM
I rush around, ensuring everyone—except myself—is fed, hydrated, and prepped with lunches and snacks. I do manage to prepare a warm drink for myself, because, well, life.
7:30 AM
I realize I neglected to allocate time for crucial negotiations regarding Pull-Ups.
7:35 AM
Just five minutes before the bus arrives, my older child recalls several important items: a form requiring a signature and payment, his library book for library day, a helmet for rollerblading, and a request to bring cookies for his teacher’s birthday.
7:40 AM
Channeling my inner super mom, I gather everything, sign the necessary documents, and ensure he makes it to the bus on time, thanks to some last-minute assistance from his dad, who has just emerged from slumber.
7:45 AM
I attempt to explain to the toddler that her father will be taking her to her babysitter today. She responds with an enthusiastic “Okay!” indicating her lack of understanding. I hope I’m not present when that realization hits.
7:50 AM
Stepping outside to warm up the car, my toddler, in her frantic need for my presence, fiddles with the door knob and inadvertently locks me out. This is not a drill.
7:51 AM
I try to communicate the door mechanism to her through the closed door for a few moments until I remember she didn’t grasp my earlier explanation about her father’s role today. I panic momentarily until recalling that I let the dog upstairs. I send hopeful thoughts into the universe.
7:52 AM
Thankfully, I manage to get back inside. What a relief! That would have been an awkward conversation with a neighbor or even a professional.
7:55 AM
I hug my toddler goodbye, sensing freedom is near. She has somehow managed to put on her coat and backpack, confirming my suspicion that she doesn’t comprehend the details of her day. She bids me farewell with a hug and a cheerful “Bye, Mommy!” As I open the door, she suddenly realizes she’ll be in her father’s care.
7:57 AM
The situation escalates dramatically. I make my escape.
8:00 AM
As I drive down the driveway, my once-hot beverage is now lukewarm, but it’s in my hand, making this morning a remarkable success.
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In conclusion, mornings can be chaotic for working mothers, filled with challenges and unexpected events. Yet, with a sense of humor and a bit of flexibility, they navigate through the chaos, ensuring their children are prepared for the day ahead.
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