Is it Friday yet?

Here's the comedy of errors that occurred this morning as we were getting ready to leave for school.

7:50 a.m.: Sadie starts to make her lunch. Jonah is harassing her to hurry up.

7:55 a.m.: Sadie asks if she can pack a pickle in her lunch. I say yes. Jonah is complaining that she's not moving fast enough so he storms out of the house.

7:56 a.m: CRASH!!!! Glass everywhere. Pickles all over the kitchen floor. Pickle juice splattered in every nook and cranny, all over the cabinets, stove, dishwasher, etc. Crying kid.

7:57 a.m. : Mommy shuttles the barefoot girls out of the glass strewn kitchen and begins the clean-up process.

7:58 a.m.: Jonah comes in to find that we are still not ready and we are cleaning up a giant pickle mess. Hysteria ensues. "We're going to be late," he shouts. I calmly assure him that we will not be late.

7:59 a.m.: Still cleaning up the mess while reminding Sadie to get her socks on and finish getting ready. She's crying because her lunch is still not made.

8:02 a.m.: Mess is cleaned up for the most part. Socks are on. Lunch is almost packed. Jonah is still complaining, storms out of the house yet again.

8:03 a.m.: Keys in hand. Ready to head out the door. Violet starts tugging on her diaper and won't come down the stairs. I ask, "Did you poop?" She nods yes.

8:04 a.m.: Changing diaper, Jonah comes in again to find we are now done cleaning up the pickle mess but now we're changing a dirty diaper. Conniption fit of massive proportion ensues. He is now yelling at Sadie to get her shoes on. He pushes her or grabs her arm or something, who the hell knows. Sadie is crying and screaming, "You're the meanest brother ever."

8:05 a.m.: Diaper is changed. Shoes are on. Everyone is loading into the car. Jonah is still throwing a fit that we are going to be late. Never mind that we are only 5 minutes off schedule and we are NEVER late. In fact, we always arrive 15 minutes early. I remind him of this. It does no good. We are still going to be late because late to him is anything less than 15 minutes early. 

8:20 a.m.: We arrive at school (5 minutes later than usual but still earlier than most). Hugs and kisses. See ya!

8:30 a.m.: Mama pulls into Starbucks for a much needed caffeine fix!

I give the kid props for wanting to be prompt, but geez, can we dial down the drama a few notches? It's only Monday morning for crying out loud!