making a plan

Mornings are hard.

Mornings are hard.

 

     It doesn’t matter what your family looks like or what the responsibilities of your mornings are, mornings are hard. My normal morning includes getting seven people, including myself, up, dressed, fed, in the truck, and headed down the driveway by 7:30. Then, I drive to town where I drop off four children at three different schools by 8:05.

 

It is an adventure. Every morning.

 

     In the last year, I have come up with a pretty good system to keep the family as a whole on time. But before I tell you about that, I want you to tell you something else first. There has been more than one morning that I got into the truck with wet hair, no makeup on, my shoes untied, and a loaf of raisin bread in my hand. As we are driving down the dirt road, the kids are putting on socks and shoes, hopefully they grabbed two of each that match, looking for backpacks, and yelling about missing sweatshirts and coats. I would open the bag of raisin bread, pulling out one slice at a time, and toss it behind me into the back seat, hoping it would make contact with the child who was strapped into a car seat in the third row. This happened more than I would like to admit.  

 

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DIY Projects

Google

My Mom has been staying with me for the last week or so because my husband is out-of-town. Tonight over our nightly cup of tea (yes I know that makes me sound about 100 years old, whatever I like tea), I looked at her and said, “Mom, what did you do before google?” She smiled and asked what made me ask such a thing? Here is what I explained to her.

I’ve been working on cleaning out a spot in our yard,  I had gone as far as I could without cutting down a bunch of tall grass and weeds. So, I went to the shop and pulled out our Weed Whacker. Now, I’ve used them before, not much , but enough to get it started.  For the record, my sons were very impressed when it started on the 4th pull. I had reclaimed a solid 7 square feet when I ran out of string.

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