Ahhhhhh, Glorious Peace

What's the best thing about getting ALL the kids off to school in the mornings? It's not having hours of quiet to do with what I want. It's not knowing that they're busy and feeding their brains with knowledge. And it's not even the fact that I don't have to entertain them and take them out to lunch, no, it's being able to listen to WHATEVER THE HECK MUSIC I WANT TO!!!!!!!!!!

This is how this morning went; Erika had a friend sleep over last night, which is usually ok because she actually wakes up for her friend and I don't have to spend 20 minutes trying to get her butt out of bed, so I get an extra 45 minutes of sleep! And they get ready together and all that girly stuff. Well, at 6:45 Erika comes running in my room screaming "mom, I almost threw up!, what should I do?!" Me, "well, I guess if your sick I'll just have to run your friends to school" ( I also pick up another friend in the neighborhood) So I start to try to get Bryce up at around 7:15, which is always a major feat because he hates school. I start making pancakes because I can't find any cream of wheat which is what Erika wanted. I keep yelling upstairs for Erika to hurry up because I didn't want to make her friends late. By now, another friend has come over, so this would make 3 girls late! School starts at 8:00 and it's now 7:55. No time to even eat the stupid pancakes so just one of the friends takes one to eat like a piece of toast. All the while, keep in mind that Erikas hip- hop rap-crap is blaring in the background. I finally get them to come down and we run out to the car." We can make it... oh crap, the windows on the car are frosted over!" (Elise parks in the garage because she leaves at 5:10 a.m.) I back out of the driveway totally blindly, using a gallon of windshield wiper fluid trying to clear the window. Pick up the friend, speed to the school and, because it is 8:03, I proceed to write a note; "Please excuse Fran, Jenni, and Morgan, we had carpool problems." And then Fran forges her moms name because she taught her how to and said she could in an emergency. The note can't be from me on account of Erika not going to school. Erikas hip-hop rap-crap is blaring in the car, which is even worse than blaring in the house. I rush home, (music still blaring because Erika is still in car) to get Bryce ready for school. Erika tries to get him to wake up, apparently not a good idea by the sound of his screams. They eat a pancake and we hurry him along. ( His school starts at 8:50)So, while her music is still blaring, Erika finishes getting ready so she can check in when I take Bryce, (she has had a miraculous recovery) and we're back in the car, music blaring. Drop Bryce off, kicking and screaming, as usual, and head to Erikas school. My phone rings, yay, I get to turn the music down! It's Elise, "can you please bring me lunch money and money for a snack after school for drill?". (Oh man!:( ) Drop Erika off, the door of the car shuts, and I turn the radio down, and change the station to my beautiful, soft, peaceful Christmas music, close my eyes and sigh Ahhhhhhh, glorious peace... And then I head to Elises school.