No makeup, huge sunglasses to cover the mascara death from the day before, COFFEE for days….. My life as “that mom”

When school starts my life is snapped back into reality.

What–we have to wake up at 7 a.m. again?

What–We have homework every night?

What–Going to bed at 3 a.m. is going to kill me?

I go to college full time (I’m getting my BA in psychology) so my “bedtime” is usually 2-3 in the morning, due to homework, cleaning, housework, and having a bit of quiet time (where I chug my wine in peace).  My “8 recommended hours of sleep” is usually 5 at BEST.  I am NOT a morning person, and I’m 99.9% sure I never will be, so taking my kids to school at 8 a.m. is HORRIBLE for me!

Last fall I was chatting with my best friend (who is also an amazing elementary school teacher) and I casually mentioned that sometimes I go to school in my pajamas for drop off… (when I told her sometimes I was stretching the truth a little lying… I do it everyday).

You would have thought I slapped her!  She quickly shrieked “NO!!! You cannot be ‘that mom’!!”

I’ve been thinking about this ever since, even to the point where I was waking up 2 hours early to get “ready” before I had to drop the kids off at school—that didn’t last long… and now I’ve come to the realization that I am probably always going to be “that mom”.

Granted, I am not going to school in my Disney print footies. I am usually wearing yoga pants, I DO put on a bra–or at least a huge sweatshirt, and I always brush my teeth. 😀  I rarely remember (or have time) to wash my face or change into “real” clothes… and if you really want to know a little secret, sometimes I come back home and go back to bed right away–because I can! I’m still in my jammies—why not get those extra hours of uninterrupted, completely silent sleep??

Here’s our morning routine—pretty sure I’m doing all I can!!
1.  I get my kids up an hour before they have to be at school.  We have a 1 minute drive to school, so I figure 59 minutes for all of us to get ready is pretty standard!

2.  Kinsley wakes up right away—Oaklee on the other hand fights with me for at least 20 minutes, going from bed to bed and screaming at me that she’s not going to school.

3.  They get dressed.  Their clothes are always laid out the night before, so unless there’s a wardrobe malfunction (like Oaklee putting two legs into the same leg of her tights, or God forbid I laid out pants instead of her favorite dress—that she already wore twice this week) then this is relatively quick.  Kinsley doesn’t care what she wears, but spends at least 90% of her mornings looking in the mirror and moving her hair from shoulder to shoulder (she must have been switched at birth).

4.  They eat breakfast (this is usually something that I made at the beginning of the week and froze—like homemade banana bread, homemade belgain waffles, or yep… cereal… from a BOX 😛 ).

5.  Then I tell them to brush their teeth when they are done and attempt to get “ready”.

6.  The fighting begins 2 minutes later—- “SHE TOOK MY BACKPACK!!” —  “I CAN’T FIND MY SHOES!!” — “SHE’S WEARING MY SHOES!!”

7. I stop getting ready (I had time to put a bra on) and go breakup the fight… find out they didn’t brush their teeth.

8.  Tell them again to brush them, then go attempt to get myself ready, AGAIN.

9.  As soon as I brush my teeth, I look at the clock —- Oooo we have 10 minutes to get out the door.

10.  Run back to the kids, quickly attempt to do their hair, only to find out they still didn’t brush their freaking teeth!!

11. Hold Oaklee down, brush her hair and her teeth at the same time, yell at Kinsley AGAIN for looking at herself in the mirror and not brushing her teeth.

12.  She finally does it and we run out the door….

**This goes on day, after day, after day**

I bribe them (I have no shame in my game)… I put them to bed earlier.. I try and wake up earlier then they do and NOPE…

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m just “that mom” and I’m going to wear that title with pride…

(Until someone tries to talk to me at drop off and I’ll drive out of that parking lot like a bat out of hell!)

Are you a morning mom?  Or are you “that mom” too?  I would love to hear your morning routine and stories—comment below in the reply section 🙂


{I’m “that mom”}
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