Here's a rundown of our morning. Enjoy.
6:50 I come downstairs in plenty of time to start breakfast, so I decide to make pancakes. All is good, all is smooth, everyone is happy.
7:00 Pancakes on the table, kids shuffling in to start eating.
7:10 My husband comes in and we remember that he has to take my van instead of his car to school today (all five kids can't fit in his uber-cool Sportage, so they must take my not-so-uber-cool Astro van). Rapidly we realize this causes problems - he needs to keep it all day because of a field trip he is going on - and his car doesn't have a car seat for K for her midday pick up. We resolve this crisis.
7:12 Child going on field trip complains that the Sportage will not be the mode of transportation. I attempt to point out the Astro's fine features. Child does not buy it. The Sportage is cooler - no getting around it.
7:13 I divulge that my van doesn't have enough gas for the field trip. This puts my husband into high gear and me into drill sergeant mode with the children.
7:18 I continue prodding the children - "GO, GO, GO! You have to get gas before school!"
7:23 The kids are almost ready to get in the van. . .except one. I go to the stairs to tell him to come down, to hear --
7:25 "I fell into the toilet!!", followed by hysterical crying.
7:26 Suppressing the urge to bang my head against the wall, but permitting the urge to roll my eyes and sigh, I go upstairs to investigate.
7:27 Sure enough, the boy is soaked - entire uniform must be scrapped. I help him-who-is-still-hysterically-crying clean up and change into new clothes, while saying things like "I am 39 years old. I have never fallen into a toilet. How did this happen?"
7:28 I listen to his explanation ("I was going to sit down! I didn't know it was open!") and try to be understanding. I may or may not have succeeded in this.
7:30 Get the child in new clothes (after trying two different pairs of undies and two pants, because the first set was bunchy) and send him downstairs and into the van.
7:32 I go turn on the van to see just how much gas there is left. Report to my husband, who says, "Oh, that'll be enough to get us there - I can get some after I take the kids to school."
7:33 Watch them drive away, shut the door and have a drink. Oh, okay. It was a drink of water.
So! How was your morning?