8:00am: Kids have been up for an hour (inherently I have been as well!)
8:30am: Dogs have been fed, watered and relieved.
8:50am: Kids have been fed, watered, dressed and mostly brushed.
8:55am: I duck away to Twitter quickly about the name, location and other pertinent info regarding the day trip we have planned.
9:00am: The ladies we will be carpooling with arrive on our doorstep with wonderfully appreciated punctuality.
9:01am: I can hear my husband offering coffee to our guests as he returns inside from puttering somewhere outside.
9:02am: Michael exclaims, "what is that smell?". I logout and head downstairs.
9:03am: I round the corner into the hallway to discover on my right; my son stripped naked in the washroom, and on my left; that Velma has shat all over the living room rug. Two things are apparent:
1. Clothing hinders ones progress on the pot and 2. Velma still is not feeling well.
Eight minutes. It took a grand total of eight minutes for the household to self-destruct. I hear myself saying, "Remember 10 minutes ago when we were all ready to go?!" I get the sinking feeling our ride-mates are regretting their timeliness.
The wonderful thing about beginning your day on a low note is that there is no where to go but up!