Last night, after a very long holiday weekend, bedtime was a joke to a couple of little ones. The littlest may have been awake in his crib longer than I was, in my bed.

Then there were several interruptions to my sleep. Something about a scary dream. About a spider? No, a scary story. A scary story? Oh. Go back to bed. And a bedroom door that kept opening, little feet that pattered to the bathroom, and back to the bedroom door.

I woke up to my husband’s alarm and never really went back to sleep, just waited for my alarm. Finally, I hit the button on the side of my phone and. Nothing. No, not nothing….the blue light in the top left hand corner was still flashing. But the screen wouldn’t come on. I sped downstairs to look at the clock. 6:30 am. A good 24 minutes past the time the alarm was set to go off.

When I went upstairs to fetch the kids, the overhead light was on. Why is the light on? Oh, we’re just having some play time. Except for Ivy. She’s still asleep.

I had planned to make eggs to go with the leftover gluten-free coffee cake I had made the morning before, but there was no time. I usually shower while the kids eat. No time.

I got the kids to school on time, but on the way, I hit the brakes. Not quickly. Just for a stop sign. And the coffee cup that I had set on the center console (too big for the cup holders but filled with exactly what I needed to get through the morning) slid off and spilled all of the carpet.

My van still smells like blueberry coffee, and I couldn’t quite choke down the (much darker roast) second cup. Although, I did manage to spill it all over my shirt.

On the way back to school to pick up the preschooler, a little car backs very slowly into the dirt road in front of me, and after driving less than a mile, comes to a full stop. Ervin and I sit, directly behind the car, until a finally give the horn a little honk. The driver’s side car door opens, and a woman gets out. Slowly. She walks to my car as I roll down the window, with a cell phone up to her ear, and she asks me where a certain town was. I tell her she needs to follow the same road she’s on, but in the opposite direction.

“Shit. I was on the right road.” she says, half to me and half to whoever is on the other side of her phone conversation, and walks back to her car.

“You’re welcome”.” I mumble, as I drive my blueberry-scented car on to the school.

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