I drug myself to work
yesterday and it suddenly became very apparent to me just how much I do in the morning:
get up, shower, dressed, put on makeup, make breakfast, make my decaf pumpkin spice latte, eat breakfast, pack lunches,
get kids teeth brushed (hubby
got them up, dressed and fed),
get kids shoes and coats on,
get everyone in the car, drive 45 minutes in traffic,
get kids and their stuff
out of the car, walk to each kids» classroom, take
out lunches and put in the fridges,
get kids to put their stuff in their cubbies and wash their hands, go back to the car, drive to my office,
get out, walk across the lot, down stairs and through two heavy
doors to my office, and finally sit down.
So in the morning when you
get ready for your busy day, whether it be for work, to go
out with friends, or running errands, just a couple minutes on
yesterday's hair and you'll be
out the
door!
Yesterday, when we were changing litter boxes, Scott and I each had a box in our hands and we were guarding each other into the front
door, making sure no cats
got out, when a cat zipped past us, but, instead of zipping OUT, the cat zipped
out, when a cat zipped past us, but, instead of zipping
OUT, the cat zipped
OUT, the cat zipped IN!
The resume was delivered to me
yesterday and with some minor touches I was able to
get it
out the
door by lunch today [in time to meet the deadline].