Alternate title, "why I haven't posted my weekly thankful thursday yet".
My husband is out of town for a 2 week business trip - and the whining shall commence now...
My Mom came over last night to help me out, so that I could attend a parenting class on "guilt free parenting" - post on that upcoming. She spent the night to help me with the kids in the morning, so I could get to work. At least that was the idea.
We all got up this morning and my Mom went to the bathroom. The girls and I went out to the kitchen for breakfast. I made everyone breakfast. She was still in the bathroom. I started getting lunches ready. She finally came out, ate and then started unloading my dishwasher. I know she was trying to be helpful, but that's not what I needed help with at that moment. I asked her if she could help get the kids going instead, but she said "oh, there's just a few dishes left", and she finished. Only thing, is that she put about half of the dishes on the counter because she didn't know where they went. I needed counter space to finish the girls' lunches, so as I frantically put away the dishes sitting on the counter, I dropped two glass bowls and they shattered all over the kitchen floor. At that point, I yelled at everyone to get out of the kitchen, and asked my Mom to help get the kids dressed. I cut my finger open cleaning up the glass, so after all the blood and glass was cleaned up, I went back to see how the dressing was progressing. Seesa was wearing three shirts and Milly was still in her pajama top - ok, good enough. I took them in the bathroom to pull their hair out of their faces and help them brush their teeth. Then I asked my Mom if she could get them off to preschool for me. She said, "ok, just let me brush my hair". So, I got their shoes and jackets on, collected the lunches, negotiated stuffed toys they wanted to take to preschool... until my Mom finally came out to take them off. My hands that is.
My attempt to save an hour in the morning by having my Mom help out... resulted in adding an hour to my morning. Thank God I could conference into my first meeting from the road. I guess being retired, you sort of forget the rush of getting everyone going in the mornings. My first clue should have been when she kept asking me if I ever watch "The View". Ah, no Mom. I'm usually in meetings at work at ten in the morning.