Crazy Days Part 1: The Morning Mad Dash
I’m attempting to get back on the blogging track. When I started this blog, I really felt inspired to share my stories. And then the lazy days of summer turned into the busy days of fall i.e. the school year. My days go something like this: The Morning Mad Dash 6:10 AM … beep , beep , beep , beep . The dreaded alarm. Once upon a time, I popped out of bed at that sound and happily began my day. That was when my worst fear was missing the bus. Nowadays, I am the bus, and I’m happy if I get my son to school before the janitor locks the doors. For the record, we’ve only been officially tardy twice in the past year and a half. That requires signing in at the office and does NOT make my anxiety-prone son a happy camper. On those days, I felt like the worst mom ever. If only I could harness that guilt and train it to slap me in the face every time I reached for the snooze button, maybe I’d snooze less often. The goal is to be up and moving by 6:30 AM, so that we can get Alex’s treatments