My Morning — A Post-ette

7:40 a.m.  –  The time that I normally leave the house to drop the boys off at school.

7:42 a.m. –  The time we got into the car this morning.

7:43 a.m. –  The time that The Good One — heretofore known as The Son Formerly Known As The Good One But Based On All The Dip-&*it Stuff He’s Been Doing Lately Is Now Known As The One Whose Dingbattiness Is Getting On My Last Nerve — informed me that he had to take a sack lunch for their field trip today.

7:44 a.m. –  The time I ran back into the house and packed a lunch in under a minute.  It’s possible The One Whose Dingbattiness Is Getting On My Last Nerve is having a box of uncooked mac-n-cheese and a stack of post-it notes for lunch today.

Ask me if I care if he breaks a tooth on an uncooked noodle.

Hint:  I do not.

8:14 a.m. –  The time I got back home and contemplated putting wine in my oatmeal.

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4 thoughts on “My Morning — A Post-ette

  1. I’m just getting on here to let you know that 2 months is entirely too long to make your fans wait for your next post.

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