Because I've been a stay-at-home mom for the past six years, I haven't had much practice with waking the kids, getting them ready and out the door.
We've never had to be anywhere at any certain time, and our day would usually unfold without much purpose or order. Well, that party's over. First grade might blow.
However, I was feeling pretty proud of myself as I walked out of school having dropped Hadley off on time.
Not only was she on-time, she was also dressed with her hair-combed, teeth brushed, shoes on her feet - lunch and backpack in hand.
All moms should pause briefly to celebrate these little victories...they're really all we have -aside from our hot mini-vans, of course.
I had done it. The first day morning rush was over. Victory! I really had it together.
Then as I was walking to the parking lot, I got this text from a friend:
Damn it. Soooo close.