I had clothes laid out for the girls the night before and a vague idea of what I was going to wear. A shower for me, bath for Bridget, breakfast for Claire and I thought I might actually be on time.
Until I looked at the clock.... 8 am. And I hadn't left the house yet. For my first day back, I consider only being 30 minutes late a success.
Today was more of the same...walking into work at 8:30. Thank goodness I have an understanding boss!
Now I just have to figure out how to get out of the house 30 minutes sooner without getting up any earlier....
(Clairey was in a fabulous mood this morning, which made all the rushing around so much easier)