Another winter storm. With most of the snow expected during the day. Perfect excuse to stay home from work, right? Not for me. I chose to drive over 80kms in blinding snow, on slippery roads, chose to crawl along the highway at 40 km/hour. Am I nuts? Nope.
Leah McLaren recently did a column about her daily schedule, sort of tongue-in-cheek mocking of another important CEO of some big company and her recitation of her daily schedule and how much she gets done before most of us are awake. Yeah, it made me nauseated too.
And this was my morning today, and why I chose to go to the office:
5:20am - wake to Quinn asking for cookie, and then apple juice
5:30am - stumble to kitchen and fetch juice for insistent child
5:32am - two sips later, watch as Quinn finds his soother and settles back to sleep
5:35am - give up on trying to fall asleep, due to stench of urine filled diaper, and gaze adoringly upon my slumbering baby (without my glasses, he's even more angelic looking)
5:55am - get out of bed, into work out gear and head to basement
6:00 am - check emails and throw laundry into dryer
6:35am - finish work out, get laundry out of dryer
6:45am -enjoy my breakfast smoothie, pack my lunch, start the coffee, check the news
7:00am - give kids first wake up call and head for shower
7:01am- try to convince Quinn to snuggle in bed with his lamb while I shower
7:13am - finish shower to hear Quinn crying for Mommy
7:14am - nearly get hit in face when Quinn barges into bathroom
7:20am - hair dried after rescuing hairbrush from near dunking into toilet by Quinn, dressed and give kids second and third wake up call
7:25am - dry Quinn's tears, dole out hugs to sleepy kids
7:28am - give Aisling piggy back ride downstairs while carrying Quinn, lamb, blanket and bottle
7:32am - finish applying make up
7:33am - pour coffee and get assaulted by sound of Aisling yelling because she's being denied the ability to watch television in the morning (punishment for yesterday's misbehaviours)
7:34am -put Aisling at dining room table, ignore the angry sobs
7:35 am - grab briefcase and start to put on jacket
7:36 am - try to peel Quinn off right leg
7:37 am - try to untangle myself from Quinn's arms that are wrapped around my legs and ankles while issuing instructions to Devlin on what he still needs to do on his project
7:38 am - blow kiss to Ceilidh
7:40am - get to my car, only to be told by spouse that he snapped the windshield wiper
7:41 am- climb into the mom-mobile (uncool minivan with the cheesy family stickers on rear window) and sigh at the quiet surroundings
7:42 am - blast on the radio and peel out of driveway (okay, crawled out of driveway)
It was quiet and peaceful. Knowing that the contractors were coming to work in the basement and spouse was most likely to work from home and be underfoot, I welcomed the ridiculously slow commute to escape the chaos.
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