Tuesday

5am: Alarm rings. I swear and mumble something like, “It CANNOT be 5am already.”

5:05am: Wake up Hope who never correctly sets her alarm clock. I implore her to get into the shower after clicking on the ceiling light.

5:07am: Lunch prep for the day.

5:15am: Crockpot and breakfast prep.

5:20am: Knock on Hope’s door again to encourage her to move.

5:25am: Get last night’s laundry out of the dryer. Look for something to wear.

5:26am: Open Hope’s door to find her back in bed with covers over her head. I feel no sympathy since she didn’t go to bed until after 11pm. I try not to screech when telling her to get into the shower NOW!

5:30am: Take Yappy out for morning walk.

5:40am: Run into Hope in the hallway coming out of the shower; remind her to make her bed.

5:43am: Shower.

5:50am: Get dressed.

5:55am: Start makeup and hair.

6:05am: Take my vitamins.

6:03am: Fill Yappy’s water and food dishes.

6:05am: Fill Hope’s thermos for band camp.

6:10am: Put permission slips and necessary checks on the table for Hope to turn in today.

6:12am: Trip over Yappy.

6:15am: Put buttered bread in the oven.

6:17am: Put bacon in the microwave.

6:20am: Start blending the fruit and veggie smoothie.

6:25am: Start putting the breakfast on the table.

6:26am: Retrieve something inedible from Yappy’s mouth.

6:27am: Call Hope for breakfast; ask if she made her bed to which she sharply replies, “Yeah.”

6:35am: Hope finally shows up for breakfast.

6:36am: I gobble down my breakfast.

6:40am: I get my iced coffee ready to go; put my lunch in my briefcase.

6:43am: I do a sweep of the house for major issues. I leave a note for the housekeeper since today is “magic Tuesday.” I pop Yappy in the bathroom for the day with some toys.

6:45am: I stand at the front door keys in hand. Hope is still on her first piece of toast, leisurely trying to tell me about the upperclassmen she met yesterday at band camp.

6:46am: I realize a new crush is brewing.

6:47am: I try not to sound impatient as I tell Hope to hurry up because we’re supposed to already be in the car at this point.

6:52am: Hope thinks she might finally be ready to go.

6:53am: Nope, she’s not.

6:54am: Nope, still not ready. My head is about to explode. I gnaw on my cheek and continue to stand at the front door with my keys and briefcase waiting, guzzling iced coffee.

6:55am: Finally, Hope meets me at the front door, babbling about some boy who looks like Jetpuff marshmallow crème.

6:57am: We are finally in the car, headed to a destination that is 13 minutes away, but we’re supposed to be there in 3 minutes.

Welcome to Tuesday.