Getting Out The Door

Some days just getting out the door is a challenge. Today was one of those days. I attempted to awake everyone, but no one budged. Of course not. I was running five minutes behind and no one was moving.

After the second wake up call, Ruthie emerged and started getting ready. The boys, however, didn’t budge until I announced we were leaving in five minutes. Griffin started getting dressed. I suppose he decided it may be best to show up at the sitters fully dressed. Owen, however, could of cared less. Have you ever tried dressing a wet noodle? A squirmy, uncooperative, wet noodle? Well, let’s just say it wasn’t pretty, but we got the job done.

After everyone’s teeth were brushed and hair was combed, one by one we started heading out the door. Wait. Griffin forgot his soccer bag. Owen doesn’t have any socks. And why is there screaming? No, I don’t care who hit who or why. We don’t hit each other. Ever. We treat each other the way we want to be treated. Haven’t I said that before? Yes, I am certain I have. I am also certain I will say it again.

Somehow, we managed to make it to the sitter’s house. We aren’t running to far behind schedule, and if we hustle in, I might make it to work on time. Ruthie, hopped out of the truck and with a kiss on the forehead, she hurried inside. Griffin, hopped out of the truck and with a kiss on the forehead, he hurried inside. Owen, hopped out of the truck and attached himself directly onto my torso. Ok. We were two for three for making it in the house, not bad. I walk inside the sitter’s house with Owen attached to me as if he were a monkey clinging to a tree.

There was one small problem. He didn’t let go once we got inside.
“I want to go with you.”
Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I sat him down, but he continued to cling to me.

I once told the sitter, this only happened because “I am so awesome” to which she laughed. Hmmm. What was she trying to say?

Nonetheless, Owen was briefly distracted and removed himself from my leg. I seized the moment and ran out the door. Love you, Buddy, but I had to go! And as luck would have it, I arrived to work on time…without a minute to spare.

Only At My House…




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