Mom hair

We wake up late, my alarm didn’t go off. Here I am thinking I still had an hour before we had to start getting ready. It’s Monday morning and we are rushing. I usually have to give myself a solid hour to get a newborn, two kids and myself out the door. No matter how good and cooperative big brother and little brother are, I can count on the baby crying because he’s wet, hungry, or that I’m not holding him. Most mornings I have to have my husband just hold him while I hurry up to pack everything he needs for a day at work with me. So back to the late start. We basically ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. The boys got ready no problem and ran into the bathroom to brush their teeth. I packed the baby’s stuff and we all barreled towards the car. Fifteen minutes is how long it took us from waking up and realizing we were going to be late to being completely loaded in the car, it was a miracle. Of course I had to brush the boys hair at their bus pick up spot but they weren’t late! I guess all our everyday rushing around had them knowing exactly what to do like a well oiled machine.

A normal day for us isn’t so hurried. It’s always me who’s the hold up. I forget about half the stuff I’m supposed to. Some mornings I run into the house about three times before we get on the road. I can just imagine Big Brother’s annoyance about that. You know rushing him and then he sits in the car waiting. That old hurry up and wait ordeal. Little brother never cares, he just falls back asleep in the car. If I am lucky the baby will have had his feeding right before we leave the house. If I’m not lucky he wakes up about a minute into the ride and cries the saddest loudest cry most of the commute. We always hope to beat half of the school busses on our fifteen minute drive. It really makes a difference of keeping our fifteen minute drive from turning into twenty-five long minutes. Once we pull into the parking lot at my work the boys go wait for the bus and I carry the baby in. I really love how adjusted little brother has become with the whole kindergarten thing. He has no problem waiting for the bus and really seems to love riding the big school bus with his big brother. So I get a hug and I love you from both of them before they run off. Then I spend most of the day changing the baby, feeding the baby and trying not to be totally unhelpful at work. By the time lunch rolls around is when I realize that I brushed the boys hair and got them braided but hadn’t done mine. I’m good at losing brushes so I’m stuck with a messy disheveled bun all day. This has been an ongoing disaster all through pregnancy due to forgetful pregnant brain which I will testify is not a myth. It seems no matter what, I’m a sufferer of mom hair.