In My Next Life…

So school is well into the year. I am thinking that many of you may be feeling my pain. I am going to post my morning routine.

  • Wake up, go to the bathroom, wash hands, brush teeth
  • Wake teenagers
  • Let dog out, feed dog
  • Come back inside still wearing pjs, make lunches, empty dishwasher
  • Empty clothes dryer, check washer to see if anything needs to dry while the craziness continues
  • Load washer, will turn on when I get home later today
  • Run in bathroom for a quick shower, come back out wearing robe…no time to figure out clothes for the day
  • Yell at teenagers to come eat
  • Figure out breakfast for the picky eaters
  • Yell at teenagers to eat breakfast
  • Teens walk downstairs with crouchy mood and eye rolling in place
  • Teens start eating
  • Run back to bathroom to dry hair and apply make up…this takes about 10 minutes because I am such a beauty queen
  • Find something to wear that won’t make me feel like my internal thermostat is set at 1000 degrees, find shoes to match that won’t make my knees hurt, find appropriate lycra containing undergarments
  • Back to the teenagers for more eye rolling
  • Ask teens, do you have your lunch…reply..”Mom, duh!”
  • Teens leave…one lunch bag on the counter, Duh!
  • Let dog out one more time
  • Get in car , dang it , forgot to eat breakfast!
  • Go to work

 

My husband’s morning routine

  • Wake up
  • Three S’s
  • Dress
  • Leave for work

In my next life, I’m gonna be a man.

About Debbie

I have been married for 20 years to a Yankee, have two great kids, a fun and funny Southern family, and a whole bunch of friends. I try to enjoy the journey!
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6 Responses to In My Next Life…

  1. Nancy says:

    My boys 17, 14, and 10 wake themselves up, get ready for school and on the bus. I’ve convinced them that being seen in the school cafeteria for breakfast is what the cool kids do so I don’t need to bother with breakfast. Kent makes coffee before he leaves for school and will sometimes drop his youngest brother off at school. On lucky days I wake up to a quiet house. I guess I will keep my guys after all. The rest about the dog/laundry, etc… sounds about right. Let’s not talk about what I find when I get home from work. Suffice it to say that teenage boys eat a lot of food and create a lot of mess.

  2. Christina says:

    Sounds like my mornings lol. Howie gets up and is leaving for work as I get up and get the kids up for the day. I know it takes him all of 15 min to get dressed, showered, and out the door. It takes me 20 minutes to just get Blake out of bed! lol I don’t cook bfast..they eat cereal. To be honest, if possible I would never cook. I am NOT a fan of cooking, but I do it because it is a necessity. About the being a man in the next life..I am with you on that one. They get it so easy..

    • Debbie says:

      This really was meant in fun. I don’t Brian to think that I think he has it easy…just in the mornings :) ). I’m glad I don’t have the sole responsibility of supporting our family!

      • Christina says:

        I knew it was meant in fun :) I can not imagine how hard it would be for us if I had to work outside the home and take care of the baby and the boys and everything else. I am very thankful for my husband. He has the sole responsibility for supporting our family financially, and I am extremely thankful He took that responsibility so I can stay home with the babies. God has blessed us very much! :_

  3. KtheGreat says:

    EVERY FREAKIN MORNING….I prepare a beautiful bfast for my peaceful, loving, and appreciate children…and my husband waltzes out, shirt starched to perfection, hair in place, shoes shined. This sounds unreal doesn’t it? IT IS! Here’z the real deal, I’m deciding what in the world I’m gonna fix them, they are wrapped in favorite blankets, heads covered on table, complaining that the other is staring at them, begging for cereal, they don’t want eggs/grits/cereal bar/etc …the husband part is 100 percent the TRUTH! Deb, a man? Ya really wanna be a man? That spanx would hurt the “boyz”….