This morning was a little nuts. Carolann was working early this morning which meant I was in charge of the morning wake-up call. Since I'm not always 100% intelligent before my first pot of coffee, Things can get interesting when I wake up and attempt to ready the troops.
I got my wake-up call from Mabel-Kate who came in to our room frantically stating that she was going to be late. This is always my worst nightmare, since we're down to only one vehicle until our van gets fixed, this would mean she would be here for the day unless Carolann came home early from work. Neither would be perfect solutions. I leapt out of bed, checked my blackberry for time and immediately flipped out the toaster, popped in some bread and started making her lunch. Carolann had already packed snacks and drink in her lunch bag so I was more than halfway there. I got toast buttered and on a plate and she was happily eating. I checked the clock again, it was only 5 minutes from the last time I looked so I was doing well. Taking a look at MK I noticed that she had a pretty funky hair situation....This was not going to be fun. Do you think I could find a hairbrush? Where did they go? Who doesn't have hairbrushes when they need them? Don't they just give them out at the hospital when you have a baby girl along with the pink hat and mittens? There was no finding a hairbrush and I was surely running out of time, I grabbed a number 4 comb from my hair trimmers (very loose comb) and started combing out her hair. This, did not go well for MK. She recoiled in horror at the sight of the comb and began a fit of rage that would make a spoiled celebrity jealous. It was becoming clear that her hair was not going to cooperate. Dreading that we were going to miss her bus, I checked the clock again and did a doubletake. It was only 7:00am. We had gotten up at 6:30. When exactly.....the time on our kitchen iPod dock, stove clock, microwave and blackberry all started to display different times I can't be sure, but it sure made for an interesting morning.
Well, she was not going to school with tangled hair. I grabbed a towel, shampoo and held an emergency hair wash. She wasn't crazy about this idea either, she laid down on the kitchen counter and I held her head while she alternated between howling and giggling for the next 10 minutes. Finally we got the soap out and towel dried her hair and then went through the equally tramautizing hair drying routine which normally consists of me blow drying her hair with one hand and flipping her hair through my fingers while I pull her hands away and tell her that its almost over. Once it was over, she looked cute and despite our hour of free time, I just got her out to the bus stop stop before the scheduled pick up time.
