"I have to wear black and white. I'm having the school play today."
"What? Why didn't you tell me? Your bus is coming in five minutes!"
A.R is motionless by the door as I scramble upstairs to find his clothes. I throw a white t-shirt, and black track pants to him. He quickly changes, and bolts out the door to catch his bus.
I hate doing things last minute. Arggh!
No wonder my mornings are so hectic and chaotic! And I must say that living in a house with three boys (husband included) isn't always domestic bliss. Every day, I see shoes, socks, jackets and toys scattered all over the floor. Why can't they pick up after themselves?
I keep telling them there's a place for everything. Food scraps in the green bin, dirty clothes in the hamper, wrappers in the garbage, books on the shelves. Pretty simple, right?
It's very complicated. And my patience is running thin.
I guess it's one of those days...sigh.
I need to take a moment to breathe. And try not to fret over the little things.
Now if I could only break out into song and dance...like Glee!
Oh, that would be sublime!
But, who am I kidding? The darn house would still be a mess.