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The continuous beep from the alarm clock attempts to wake my husband and me at 5:00 a.m. He sits up and gets going right away. I cover my head with the warm blankets hoping to steal a few more minutes of sleep.
I drift back into a light sleep until I am startled by him shaking me under the cozy covers. Slowly, I kick my feet to the ground, stretch and yawn.
My hand fumbles on the night stand searching for my glasses and I bend down to read the clock. It is 5:20 and I spring to life. I am running late.
The first piece of business is making lunches. I open the doors to the pantry to grab what I need.
Unfortunately, what I needed was behind a glass container holding noodles and it falls from the shelf. In slow motion, I reach for it, unsuccessful in grabbing it.
My eyes are wide and my mouth twists into a small “o.” The sound of my voice screaming “noooo!” and glass shattering on tile echoes throughout my kitchen.
Now there are dry noodles and broken glass everywhere. I start to quietly curse under my breath but remind myself that a bottle of olive oil or balsamic vinegar would have been worse.
I grab the broom. As I sweep, I work the revised time line through my head. “Sweep up glass.” “Make lunches.” “Wake boys.” Get it all done before 6:00 a.m. Do I have time to pour myself a cup of coffee?
Once the mess is cleaned, I am like a robot. I grab two lunch boxes and quickly assemble (what I hope to be) a healthy and very fun lunch.
Before I zip them closed, I scribble a note with a smiley face for each of my boys. “Have a great lunch! Love, Mom” Lunches and drinks, check.
I race up the stairs, taking two at a time. I give two boys the “get up warning” and run back to my room.
I have 10 minutes to shower. I shower at lightning speed and pull on the closest clothes that I can find that still look good for volunteering at school.
I sprint back over to the boys, turning on their lights, pulling back their covers and shaking my wet hair at them. “Get up and get dressed. Breakfast in 15 minutes!”
After running back to my room, I semi-dry my hair and gather it back into a low pony tail.