Perfection is elusive, both in performance and in the care and feeding of a family.
I’m not even dressed and already I’ve made compromises and mistakes. I packed My Kid’s lunch in the pink “baby phat” lunch box with a sandwich and a healthy assortment of fruit and vegetable options (although as I write this I realize I forgot to put in a juice box–oh well she has her freshly filled very cool Keith Haring Sigg water bottle with her today) and had it hanging on the doorknob in time to be seen and grabbed as The Husband and My Kid went out the door–on time. But, my plan to make the good rolled oats that need to cook for half an hour didn’t happen. Instead the oatmeal this morning was instant. But, there was oatmeal.
My Kid is wearing a brand new outfit today, the fleece pants and soft long-sleeved shirt we bought at Target yesterday, in part because she’s growing fast and needed new school clothes, but also, since I didn’t get to the laundromat this past week, her old favorite clothing items were not available on this Monday morning.
So now I will shower and dress, something I don’t do until they are gone. We have one small bathroom in our apartment. I can get up and dressed and out of the house with them when I have to. But the mornings go much smoother when my priority is getting them out the door first.