Woes of a Working Mom

Being a working mom is hard.  
Getting the kids out the door to school on time, 
while trying to make sure you are not late to work is even harder. 

Almost impossible.  
Actually quite inconceivable these days.  
Let's face it, it's just not happening.

We have a routine in the morning.  In fact, I created a colorful chart with words and pictures for the kids to see.  They do well... sort of.  Despite our routine, there is a lot of arguing and crying and screaming that goes on during the wee hours of the morning at my house. Apparently putting on a uniform that your mother has laid out for you the night before is quite tough.  Today's arguments revolved around Christmas socks and long sleeve black shirts.  Neither are school approved.  But five-year olds don't care.

Finally the crying/screaming/arguing has stopped.  
Everyone is dressed.  
Everyone is happily watching tv 
while setting up every single board games and box we own in our family room 
to create some sort of fort. 
Oh wait, girls can't play in this fort. 
What the what? 
Cue crying.....

Crisis averted... girls do everything boys do in this house
 or mommy throws out all the boys' toys. 

But now it's time to go upstairs and get coats on.  
The children must have misunderstood me 
and thought I asked them to go pour battery acid on themselves
the way they moan and whine and cry
 (seriously, must someone always be crying in my house???)

Finally all coats and hats are on.

We are out the door.

We are on time to school.

I leave school and head to work,
happy to finally be on time to work.

And then this:

Oh wait, then this:

You've got to be kidding me!!!
This too???

Yet again,
I'm not on time for work.

Oh well, 
there is always next week.
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