Holy Cow!

My day has become a string of "things to do" but I am actually liking my tight schedule - it really makes me look forward to the weekends! And I don't stress over where I should take the kids so that they are intellectually challenged each day.
Instead, I now wake up at 5:45 - I roll out of bed (literally) and talk myself into how much going back to work is worth it and blurry eyed, I make it to the shower. I usually have make up/hair dried before kids get up. I throw laundry in... get the coffee ready... one child is usually up by now. I get them up and try to get them excited about the day. As I am getting the first milk, then I hear the second one. Andy is getting ready for his run. He gets number 2 up and brings him downstairs. Breakfast is getting made - usually frozen waffles with choice of fruit. I am making my lunch. And in between trying to down my coffee, unloading/loading the dishwasher, double checking the diaper bag, making sure clothes are laid out so they go to daycare without having the "my dad dressed me" look, and most of all trying to squeeze in some quality time with my little cherubs before I leave at 7 a.m.