I know you can all relate to this

I just had to sit down right this second and blog my morning, because I think every woman out there can totally relate to this!

Let’s start with last night. I went to bed with a plan. The plan was to get up at 6:30, get ready for the gym, get all kids up, dressed, fed, and out the door by 7:50. After dropping Connor off at school, Logan, Camryn, and I would head to the gym for a 1 hour cardio class. At home, I would take a quick shower and grab some breakfast, and then the three of us would go to Target. Finally, we would end up at the park with our playgroup friends.

At 5:00 a.m. the plan was thrown out the window. Camryn has her first little cold and has been waking earlier than normal all week. I thought maybe she was better and would be back to waking up at 7:00, but no such luck. She was up at 5:00, which means she would need to eat again sometime between 8:00 and 9:00, so no cardio class today. It was after 6:00 before I fell back asleep this morning, and at 7:25, Derek woke me up. I was sleeping so heavily, along with everyone else in the family. I quickly stumbled out of bed and staggered to the kitchen to make cinnamon toast and heat up spaghettios. Somehow, by the grace of God, we had a very smooth and happy morning and dropped Connor off at school right on time.

(In proofreading this, I realize it sounds like we have spaghettios for breakfast. Just to clarify, I send them in Connor’s lunchbox. He’s going through a sandwich strike.)

Anyway, we move to plan B. Home for a quick breakfast and some coffee. Feed Camryn. Get ready for the day. Target. Park.

I poured two bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. (Yes, mom…sometimes I let my kids eat sugary cereals!)
Put Camryn in the Bumbo.
Turned on the coffee machine.
Gave Logan his cereal. He asks for some orange juice. No problem.
Look at Camryn and decide she needs a bow right that second.
Find the perfect bow.
Dig Logan’s favorite cup out of the sink and wash it out.
Look at Camryn and see that she has spit up all over herself.
Wipe her up.
Put her in the bouncy set.
Realize the batteries are dead.
Struggle to open the new package of batteries.
Search for the little tiny screwdriver.
Put Cam back in the bumbo so I can change the batteries.
Then put her back in the working bouncy seat.
Realize the bread is still out from making cinnamon toast.
Put it away.
Put away apple and orange juice.
Wipe up the counter.
Logan wanders in. “Mommy, can I have some orange juice, please?” Oh yeah. That’s what I was supposed to be doing!

It’s now 9:30. In the last hour and fifteen minutes, I’ve managed to dress Camryn, (twice due to the spit-up), eat a bowl of cereal, and feed Camryn. Par for the course, I tell ya! One of these days I will realize that I never do as much in real life as I do in my head. Can I get an amen, sisters?