Wednesday, October 27, 2010

What Takes so Long?

What takes me so long to get ready int he morning? Where does the time go? These questions plague me every time I get into my car to go to work and notice how much time has passed from the moment I said good-bye to the school go-ers to the time I actually arrive at work.

I tried to figure it out one morning. Was blow drying the culprit? Was getting side tracked with breakfast dishes and checking e-mails the sticky slow down? It can't be the coffee. I need the coffee.

After thinking through I finally realized the problem. It was make up application. To be more specific, mascara application. Getting seven coats of waterproof mascara on thin, wimpy eyelashes takes time. If I eliminated mascara application from my morning routine, I could shave off at least ten minutes, however, I am not willing to part with, reduce, or eliminate any part of my mascara application. I guess I'll just have to wake up sooner, or go to work with wet hair.

The thick mascara is a must.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Friday, October 22, 2010

Thursday, October 21, 2010

God and Rain

Lately we have been having some very uncommon weather in the form of rain. After two days of eighty degree temperatures, we have 4 days of clouds and pouring rain. My kids just aren't used to thunder storms so having them has been a thrill. However, the dog shakes violently from fear.

The other day my youngest who is seven and in the first grade told me that he and the neighbor boy make some decisions about God and the rain. I thought their imagination was remarkable. Here is what they decided:

When it rains, we are God's garden and he is helping us grow.
When there is thunder, God is building something for us and making noise.
The lightning is a result of God taking our pictures. (He needs a flash evidently. The lighting in Heaven washes out Earth)
They even went so far as to say that tornadoes and hurricanes are God swirling away sin.

Those guys are pretty smart.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Zero Period

I didn't realize that when my daughter was offered the best Algebra II teacher with the price tag of attending zero period that I too would have to share in her early morning experience. Quite a drag indeed. I do not heart zero period.

My 6:00 a.m. alarm is nontraditional. I wake to the sound of a plastic cereal bowl hitting the granite counter top and a spoon being plopped into sugared cereal and cold milk. My daughters vacillates between Lucky Charms, Crunch Berries, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and Trix. Yes, I am that mom. I grew up on sugar cereal and never grew a questionable boil or lost clumps of hair. Unfortunately she doesn't understand quiet, and six o'clock, and our bedroom door is open so the dog can sleep at the foot of our bed, and I had four children and wake when an spider drops a web.

We leave the house when the sun is still yawning from slumber and few cars occupy the road. The rest of the house is still drooling on pillows as I grab a fresh cup of coffee and my daughter her tea. I try to make conversation, but we are both too tired to engage. We only mutter "gross" when we drive past road kill or "ugh" when we see people running up the hill near our house. I run, just not when it is cold and dark. I have limits.

Zero period means that I begin yawing at 3:00 p.m. and have to force myself to mentally gear up from working all day to concentrate on spelling test reviews, emptying backpacks, shuffling children to practices and church activities, and cooking dinner. I really wish that cheap fast food had the nutritional rating of a pot of steamed veggies and that 3rd grade homework only took ten minutes.

Next year I am opting out of zero period. I don't care if Justin Bieber is teaching 12th grade math. She is going to have to be the only senior who doesn't have Mr. Bieber for a teacher, because I need one more hour of sleep every morning.