TGIF

We now join our resident blogger, sleeping soundly, at some unknown time this morning........

Door to Master Bedroom opens.

The pitter-patter of little feet can heard entering the room.

The door to the Master Bath is slowly opened, at which time, both little girls scream in unison, "DADDY!"

Mommy nearly levitates off the bed and is trying to remember where we keep the baseball bat.

Girls tell Daddy that there is an emergency. "The lullaby CD has fallen into the clothes hamper, and we can't get it out!", they lament, with tears in their little eyes.

Daddy abandons the shower to help his little princesses.

Mommy burrows head deeper into the pillows and pulls the cover up really high.

Daddy's cell phone starts ringing. At least the ringtone is a pleasant Billy Joel song...

Mommy looks at the clock at sees that it is 8:15 am. This is a good 2 hours later than Daddy normally gets up.

Mommy is glad that Daddy slept in a little (he's been very tired working overtime) but still, who is calling at this time in the morning? Can't be good.

Daddy comes back into the bedroom and checks his phone. It was his parents. Before he can even listen to the message, Daddy shouts, " OH, CRAP!"

Mommy is positive she is not going back to sleep now. She is sad.

Daddy starts flying around the room like he's practicing for a game of quidditch. What's the deal?

While dipping his head in the shower and throwing on pieces of clothing, Daddy explains that he was supposed to pick his parents up at 8am to take them to the airport.

Oh.....

So, being the hero that he is, Daddy kisses all his girls a quick goodbye and heads off into the fog to complete his mission and then, it's off to work.

Mommy, while trying to fully wake up and get out of bed, suddenly realizes that today is........ FRIDAY!

This is a problem.

The girls have gymnastics preschool on Friday's. At 9am. That's in 30min. And it's a 15 min. drive. And Mommy has no car. And no one is dressed. Or fed. Oh, Lord!

So, Mommy becomes a whirling dervish as she calls Daddy, tells him to come back home with the Yukon, gets everyone dressed, gets food in the little ones tummies, finds the backpacks, combs hair and then realizes that it's also Show-and-Tell day! Hooray! Let's add one more thing to an already out-of-control, crazy morning!


In conclusion, all is well now. Mike came racing back from the airport with the Yukon, jumped into the T-bird, and sped away. I got the girls bundled up and out the door in a flash. I tried not to break too many laws while driving. They were only 10min late to school. It's now 10am and I'm spent.



How was your morning?