Mornings are our hardest time of day,
for me anyways.
I hate the rush.
Wake up hurry, hurry!
Get dressed; hunt down 3 pairs of shoes.
Dig through the laundry pile for Graham's uniform.
Hurry down stairs and
hurry into high chairs.
pack Graham's lunch,
hurry to the car and
Hurry to school.
Hurry out of the car.
Huggs and kisses!
Someday I'm going to prep the night before.
And someday I'm going to have all the clothes folded and in the right drawers.
And someday everything won't be so hurried.
And then all my babies won't be babies.