It's a monday at 8 am and I have never been happier to see Shirley, our Nanny. You would think that at 18 mos Mommy and Baby would be able to get through a morning and out the door with minimal drama. Not so. Nori was up at 545 and for some reason 545 is MUCH earlier than 15 minutes from 600. She knows it too, as she is always a ball of fuss when she wakes this early. After diverting her demands to nurse, we go downstairs and over the next two hours there is boiled over oatmeal on a newly cleaned stove, a cup of tea for me that goes untouched, two bowls of spilled cheerios (along with one broken ceramic bowl that Mama gave without thinking,) a puddle of juice on the floor that the dog treks through (Dad forgot to put the plastic piece in that makes it nonspillable,) a kitchen cupboard's contents everywhere, a poopy diaper, injuries from trying to get dressed, (did I mention it was like 100 degrees in our house?) and then once out the door and in the car. . . the realization that I didn't brush my teeth. Think I was going back for that?! No way, it's 8 am on a Monday and I have never been happier to be on my way to work. This is why people don't have kids.
ps By noon I will be missing her!
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