I awaken to a fresh, clean room … with the windows open, the breeze blowing, and fresh flowers next to my bed.
I hit the snooze button, open my eyes to a messy, unkempt room … covered in dust and laundry.
I hear laughing in the next room, and smell bacon and freshly squeezed orange juice.
I vaguely hear whining and fussing the next room … and I’m pretty sure something is burning on the stove (HOPEFULLY on the stove).
Before starting the day, I enjoy a hot steaming shower and gather my thoughts in the quiet of the morning.
I fall into the tub and try to yank the shower stopper up, even thought it’s kind of rusted. Then I quickly lock the door, while tiny fists beat on it after hearing me awaken … trying to get inside to pull all of the toilet paper out of the bathroom.
I pull on a thick robe, and walk into the closet to pick something out to wear for work.
I pull an old towel around me, and drip water all over my bedroom as I hear screaming from down the hall and go to investigate. On the way, I grab some wrinkled clothes off the floor.
Later, I walk my children out to the car, and we sing show tunes on the way to preschool. When I drop them off, there are hugs and kisses and ‘I love yous!’ and I promise a picnic at the park for dinner that night when I pick them up.
I sling one kid over my shoulder and drag the other one away from Dora and his sippy of milk and throw them both into the car. I frantically search the car (while driving) for some socks for the baby, and wonder if I have the right checkbook with me to pay their tuition for the week. While dropping them off, I promise chicken nuggets and DumDums if they will promise to PLEASE nap for their teachers.
… and yes, I could go on and on and on like this for the entire day, but I won’t. I’ll let you decide which version reflects my real life, and which version reflects my fantasy, lol.
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