This morning I braved the 6:30 AM traffic AND the dark to go to DD1s house. She went away, SIL1 had an early meeting and I got to wait for the bus with the boys. Here's what met me at 7AM.
Hugs from boys with bed-hair, sleepy eyed and hungry but dressed and "cleaned up" for school.
Non-stop chatter except when Cheerio-slimed milk dribbled down chins and onto the clean shirts. That'll smell great around 2PM.
Poke-man (sp) cards shoved and inch away from my face. "Nana, what's this look like?" They all look like mean things to me.
Daddy trying to get Little Miss ready, sobbing because she can't have Cheerios with milk as they are running late, and into clean clothes.
Polka dot shirt, striped pants. Colors don't match.
Don't even think about brushing her hair or there will be more screams. I picked her up and got the full force of tears and runny nose but the cries stopped.
More hugs. All better.
They go and I get the boys in my car to wait for the bus at the end of the driveway in the pouring rain. They've not been in my car before now.
Buttons are pushed, lights go on and off.
Windows roll down until I lock them. "The car sensed the rain and won't open the windows" I lie.
Why is it raining in the car? Because Ben pushed the sunroof control!
Did you know you can make the airbag warning light go on and off by having 2 kids sit in the passenger seat? Or jump up?
Dirty sneakers are in my face as Ben dives partially into the back seat. "Hey, you have tissues! I have a big boogie I cant get out"
Well get your fingers out of your nose and blow.
"Here, Nana, you can have the tissue." Ewwwwwwwwwwww, he was right!
Now there's mud on my beige leather seats. And probably other things.
Bus comes at 7:54 and the boys dive out and on.
I'm home by 8:30.
I've still got it but wow that was a real workout!