We woke up late. Again. When this happens, it’s not an issue of if we’ll get to the bus stop, it’s more like “what condition will we be in once we do.”
Once I realized that I hit my snooze button twice, I shot up, ran to the kitchen, and threw some eggs in the pan for the kids. I scrambled while they cooked and the toast did it’s thing. I managed to get the kids fed and Sonny on the bus. I’m not ashamed to say that the Duchess and I went to the bus stop in our pajamas. Just keeping it real, y’all.
When we came back into the house, I turn the corner into the kitchen and saw this catastrophe:
Ummm. Yeah. Mama Tazmanian Devil has struck again. Obviously I couldn’t continue on with my day while my kitchen looked this way, so I got to work.