School Morning Drama- Please Stop Saving it for Your Momma

School MorningsSchool Morning Drama happens regularly in this house. I feel like I may be alone.

No, Correction, I do not feel alone… I feel as though I am surrounded by a bunch of furry and Mini Warriors on speed and on a mission to slay the Momma Dragon. 

Seriously, how do these kids have so much energy the second they open their eyes in the morning?! 

The School Morning Drama usually starts as soon as the kids hear me get up in the morning. I mean, Before I can even press the “Brew” button on my Coffee Maker, there is something else brewing in the background, and that something is usually trouble. 

My definition of trouble is quite expansive, as there have been many different instances that have left me feeling as though I belong in a Straight Jacket.

For instance: Tuesday morning was like any other school morning, I had my alarm set for 6:30 am hopes to tip toe down my hall, and creep into the kitchen to get my coffee started before anyone else graced me with their presence. I woke with hope that I was going to make it, and that this day was going to be different.

I got myself dressed, and tip toed down the hall with the dogs in tow to press that lovely little button on my coffee maker and then let the dogs out…. I DID IT! I pressed that button, cringing as my fingertip made contact with it, listening to hear the sound of footsteps… NOTHING. As my nostrils filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling my cup, I gleefully, QUIETLY yet gleefully, led the dogs to the door where I let them outside. 

I have to join my dogs outside most of the time for them to quickly do their business as we do not have direct access to our backyard from inside the house, and my lovely hyper Chocolate lab puppy can hop the fence gate where I let them in, as it is shorter than the rest of the fence, but this morning, I didn’t let that get me down. 

I took in a deep breath of the fresh air from outside, anticipating the hot coffee that I was about to enjoy in silence. VICTORY, I thought. Sweet Sweet Victory. 

I was SO wrong. My coffee was sitting there, becoming less fresh and getting colder by the second as I heard a scream come from inside the house followed by crying!

I bolted up the stairs to the main area of the house, leaving the dogs in the backyard, to see what all the commotion was. Little Man was standing in the kitchen, holding his head and sobbing. The poor little guy had just walked into a wall. Yes, walked into a wall. He is my spawn, so this makes complete sense. I hugged him, checked where he hit his head (Which was a small red area, didn’t really warrant the blood curdling scream that he had allowed to escape his lips in my opinion) and gave him some ice. 

Deep Breaths, it was time to enjoy my coffee. Oh Coffee…. how I need you so mu…. THE DOGS! Crap the DOGS! I quickly slammed my mug back onto the counter, spilling half it’s contents, and ran back down the stairs to the backyard area.

Sure enough, I was greeted by my older dog. The puppy was nowhere to be seen.. but I could… hear her? I look across the street from my front yard and there she is barking incessantly at what looked to be NOTHING.  I called her name in a cutesy voice, she ignored me. I called her name in a mean voice, she ignored me. I whistled, she ignored me. Finally, I threw my hands up in the air and stomped across the street barefoot to retrieve her… and she ran right passed me and back into our backyard. 

When I finally got the dogs back into the house, I was ready to find a straw to drink that coffee off the counter… every last drop, but I refrained and lifted the mug to my lips to enjoy what was left in the mug instead. Just as the wonderful coffee hit my lips, Baby girl opened her bedroom door and exclaimed: “I pooped.” 

This was all before breakfast and prior to my coffee.. I won’t even get into what happened the remaining hour until it was time to go to school… If I was smart, by that point, I would have just traded my coffee for wine.

 Are your Mornings Chaotic?


  1. Matthew Tully on September 24, 2014 at 6:59 pm

    I’ve had days like this…. I have to tell you that the coming in to suck the coffee off the counter with a straw had me laughing….lol Speaking of which, it’s 3:58 and I have yet to have a coffee…that my friend is how my day Is going..LOOK OUT! 🙂

  2. Wendy [mapsgirl] on September 25, 2014 at 12:54 pm

    Because I’m out of the house at 6am, I’m not there for the morning routine. I’m sure my hubby could share some stories like this tho 🙂

  3. Randa @ TBK on September 25, 2014 at 2:27 pm

    My little guy walks into walls too 🙂

    Mornings are very hazy for me. I’m not allowed to have coffee for a half hour after I take my Thyroid meds so I’m a mess for that first half hour. I usually just do some work on my blog (but my spellcheck keeps going off – like right now).

    I will need to find a routine when my son goes to school.

  4. jodi shaw on September 25, 2014 at 3:54 pm

    I actually just wrote a post about this, hahaha we must be in tune as mama’s because my house is similar especially with my 8 year old. Tears, frustration, tantrums and that’s just from me LOL.

  5. Alyssa K.Hart on September 25, 2014 at 4:11 pm

    Our mornings sound so similar. Quietly try to get up, make coffee and let the dogs out without hassle…always something RIGHT before the coffee, I can totally relate. Thank you for sharing your craziness, YOU are not alone thats for sure! 🙂

  6. paula schuck on September 25, 2014 at 4:14 pm

    I am laughing my butt off because minus the dogs I have crazy mornings too. Frig. Morning is hard. There is no time to get up and get out the door and the kids are grumpy in the morning.

  7. M. K. Clinton on September 26, 2014 at 3:03 pm

    Thank you for the laugh and for reminding me why I did not suffer from empty-nest syndrome when my kids grew up and moved away. ☺ You will be able to laugh about it one day!

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