Wake up, look at the clock and wish I could stay in bed longer:
Husband leaves at 5:45 AM, toddler wakes up at 5:46 AM:
Give myself a quick pep talk, Hunger Games style:
Spend the next hour and a half entertaining said toddler and somehow trying to get dressed and make my lunch. There’s usually a lot of this:
With me doing this:
Cause taking 5 minutes to get my shit together makes my toddler feel like this:
Then when it’s finally time to head to daycare I’m like:
I wish the drive to daycare was more like this: