Getting out the door by 7 a.m. How do people do this?

Getting out the door by 7 a.m. How do people do this?

I’m up early most mornings.

Out the door by 6 a.m. with the caveat that I’m in workout clothes and can be basically comatose as long as I’m somewhat vertical and moving forward.

This morning was different. I had to be out, dressed and thinking. Able-to-hold-an-intelligent-conversation thinking. That meant my children did also. This also fell on my weekly single-mother morning when Dad is at bible study.

This takes planning. And nerves of steel to offset any rising frustration at protesting, dragging feet children.

How do people do this?

This morning my daughter demanded waffles.

I listed off all I was willing do. Open a pack of Pop Tarts, box of cereal and jar of peanut butter. Make waffles from a mix, no way. Every moment was precious.

“Disgusting. We have nothing to eat. Guess I’ll go to school hungry AGAIN.” My daughter’s rage against me while she lay  dressed, wrapped in a blanket squarely on the heating vent.

She ended up with Apple Zings in a baggie. (Generic Apple Jacks to people who don’t know of leaving the grocery with a headache after trying to figure the cheapest product to buy per ounce.)

As I dropped my youngest two off at their grandmother’s to get them to school, I had brief moment of satisfaction.

Getting on the highway this morning, it felt like I was heading somewhere fun. For I’m never on a highway before 7 in the morning, if I’m not fleeing to fun. Or at least a change of scenery.

I made it to my appointment in plenty of time, only to discover no reading glasses. Since I was mean mommy who said no to waffles, I had plenty of time to run into the store and buy another pair.

Do you do this every morning? With young children? With waffles?