Day 3 - The first thing I think about each day is....

Each morning, I hear my alarm go off. I blindly hit snooze. It goes off again. I hit snooze again.

I am not a morning person.

After about the third time, I come to my senses and think about my day ahead. What day of the week is it? What's on the agenda? Can I sleep a little bit more?

Most of the time, the answers are...It's a week day. Jan has school. No, you can't.

So I stumble out of bed, disgruntled, pull on my pj pants, and check the clock.

Then it's the morning routine...get Jan out of bed, get her breakfast ready, and make myself some green tea. All the while, Sam is whining because the tv isn't on and he's "missing his shows". I take him to his bedroom and get him dressed for the day. Jan is done with breakfast and demands the bathroom. 15 minutes later, she emerges with only her teeth brushed. She goes to her bedroom and gets dressed for school. I oppose her choice of outfit (it's not the one we'd picked out the night before). She becomes dramatic and says the world is ending. After agreeing on another outfit, I brush her hair and she picks out a headband. Sam needs help with his shoes, Jan gets her backpack ready, and I pack her lunch. We wait for our friends to walk by on the way to the bus stop, and I breathe a sigh of relief. We've made it through another morning.

I know I should wake up before the kids, do my devotional, and get my workout in, but it just never seems to work out that way. Each day, I tell myself that tomorrow will be better, but it never really is. This mom is a hot mess every morning. Let's add that to the things I need to work on.