When I take my kids to school in the morning, I look like a big pile of poo. It’s shortly before nine in the morning, and I’ve managed to get my girls fed and dressed, AND I’ve packed their lunches. (What I’ve packed is totally beside the point. I’m sure that the frozen chicken nuggets I didn’t have time to nuke will thaw by lunch time.) I generally don’t have time to do much more than brush my teeth before I drag my kids out the door. (FINE. I don’t brush my teeth. Ever. Just kidding. Sort of.)
Anyways, I look like feces. I’m in clothes that could double for pajamas (i.e., they are my pajamas) and my hair hasn’t been brushed. As for makeup? HA! Don’t make me laugh. My kids’ teachers cast me a pitiful look as I drop the girls off, and I shuffle back to my car in a haze, desperate for my first cup of coffee. It’s a wonder I manage to drive to the school at all, considering my last good dose of caffeine was 24 hours before.