I sit here still shell-shocked–babbling to myself–rocking in a chair–staring at a banana peel–remnants of a battle lost–again. The enemy, I mean my children, have finally left the premises. I pray they made it to the bus stop on time. I cringe at every sound; afraid that the door will open with I MISSED THE BUS echoing through this ravaged war zone, also known as our home…what was that noise?–was that the door!
Not this time, just the dog…is she grinning at me?
I take a look around at all the collateral damage. The trash can was knocked over in the kitchen with garbage scattered across the floor as someone made a mad dash out the door trying to outrun there little brother. When will they learn that time does not stop? In fact, I highly suspect that is actually goes FASTER on these mornings getting ready for school.
I continue my walk. Surely a hand grenade must have gone off here. Papers have been dumped out of school bags and deserted where they fell–casualties everywhere–I shudder. I can still hear a loud, incessant noise echoing in my head, like the sound of rapid gun fire, MOMMMMMMM!
The shoe box in the hall has been emptied in an attempt to find two shoes that match. (did I mention I have 5 children and each child owns at least 10 pairs of shoes…you do the math.) I try to bring about a mental picture–were my children wearing shoes as they ran out the door? I’m not totally sure…. Henry however is wearing shows, my shows to be more exact… I hope his father does not see him in my red high heels….
Clothes and miscellaneous items are strewn about. I see a forgotten lunch left behind on the battle field…and is that a homework paper? Sigh. I really was hoping to avoid going to the school today… Maybe she won’t text me asking me to bring in her English paper, I guess only time will tell.
Tomorrow is another day; perhaps the war can still be won even though the battle has been lost today. We shall see…as for now, I need to go curl up in a fetal position and lick my wounds. Oh wait but I can’t….. The little two have now decided it’s time for the second breakfast already and it’s not even eight o’clock….