Starting last night… My three year old is still up at 11:05pm. That’s a problem within itself. This morning I don’t get up until 7:15am (because every minute counts… yeah right!) and I have to be at work at 8:30am. Its 7:40 and I’m still not dressed and Graham is still asleep. It’s CRUNCH time by now, because I should really be walking out of the door at 7:50am.

That did not happen this morning. I get dressed (halfway) and proceed to wake him up and realize that his pajama pants are wet and his overnight Pull-Up weighs 10lbs. By now it’s about 7:50am… we should be walking out the door. After careful consideration of his pants not being “that wet,” I change his Pull-Up and put on his socks and shoes. I can’t even imagine if I had to dress him. Luckily the babysitter dresses him (that’s her fight, not mine.) Please don’t call me a bad mother because his pants were wet and it’s a little chilly outside… I promise you it was just a small spot, which considered them not “that wet.”

I finish getting dressed, grab our lunch bags, fill up his cup with milk, drop his clothes in a bag and try to get out the door. It’s 8:05am by now. A certain little somebody decides he has to take a toy to the babysitter’s house. While I have to stand at the door and wait for him to decide… he chooses a Wiggles guitar. Ok, Graham, come on… LET’S GO! I can’t yell too much in the morning because a crying toddler that early in the morning is not conducive to us having a good day. So I try to be patient. But the patience is almost lost when the car is parked a block away because there are 50 cab drivers that live on my street and they also have their regular cars and he (Graham) wants to ride the guitar like a horse up the block which means that he is 10 feet behind me the whole way… but guess who has to be patient.

Ok, we finally make to it the car… its close to 8:15am by now. I decide I have to give up being on time for anything because it’s not going to happen. The parking garage is $6 before 8:30am and $8 after. Guess who only has $6.

Ok, we’re at the car now. Graham who has no sense of time… asks me to play his guitar. I’m like what? Again I have to say… no yelling because it will make for a bad morning. So to appease him… here I am standing on the corner … playing a Wiggles guitar. The laughter I get from this might make some of the craziness go away because he CRACKS UP!!! We finally get in the car… go the two blocks to the babysitter’s house and on our way in… a dog barks and scares the heck out of both of us. Graham yells to the dog… SHUT UP! Ok, it’s 8:21am now. I don’t have time to tell him about the “un-niceness” of saying the word SHUT UP. I tell him to tell the dog to be quiet.

It’s almost over because I’m at the parking lot. But wait… its 8:38am. It cost $8. I remember one time I had to put 100 pennies on the bus. This morning I had to give the parking attendant… a five dollar bill, a one dollar bill, two quarters and 15 dimes.

But, here I am… I made it to work!!! And don’t forget… this is not just a one time thing… our everyday life is a story.