I WILL get to work on time....

Every weekday is the same for me. My alarm goes off at 4:50 AM. If I can’t think of a decent excuse to skip my morning exercise then I get up. Otherwise I wait until 5:30. However, after that things get fuzzy.

Each day I tell myself that I will only work on the few essential things I need to do (laundry, empty the dishwasher, wash bottles, feed the cats, pack my bags for work, etc). But, ladies, you know how we are….it’s almost impossible to stay on task. For example, one morning last week I went to empty the dishwasher and ended up cleaning out the fridge. I was feeling pretty good about my early morning accomplishments until I realized that Rachel, with daddy’s help, was singing a song about how her bottle wasn’t ready yet and she was very hungry. Oops.

But, I digress. Every morning I tell myself that today I will make it to work on time. I used to get to work at least 20 minutes early. Surely I should be able to make it there by 7:59. It finally occurred to me the other day that perhaps I should try to accomplish less in the mornings. After all, how many other people are sweeping their sidewalks and spraying vinegar on a cat-urine stained rug at 5:00 AM? Probably no one. So, if I really do compare myself to other mothers than shouldn’t I find my actions insane? You would think.

I won’t be at work on time tomorrow. I have to take Rachel to a doctor’s appointment.