Mornings just ain't my thang.

This morning as I was dropping my little people off at the sitter's house is the term "little people" politically correct? Do I give a crap? she notes that Twin B has two left shoes on. "Hey, do you have an extra pair of shoes in the car? She's got two left shoes." I thought about my response for a second. I am not actually what we would call a morning person shocking, I know. I looked up at her, smiled my bitch I'll cut you sweetest smile and said, "She'll live. Let her go barefoot. Maybe tomorrow she'll pay better attention when grabbing her shoes." Apparently that was the "bad Mommy" answer.

Seriously though? She's 3 1/2. She knows how to put on her own shoes. She does it all the time. Why was she wearing two left shoes today? Because she was goofing off when everyone else was getting ready. As I stood by the door yelling that I was leaving she simply rushed to the shoe basket and grabbed what was on top. My fault? I think not. Yes, yes, yes. I'm the adult. I'm the parent. I'm supposed to make sure they're completely dressed and ready. Blah-blah-blah. Here's the deal though, I do that. But I'm not gonna chase down a 3 1/2 yr old at 7:30 in the morning when I'm already running late. She's old enough to do that little bit herself. PICKLES can put his own shoes on and be ready to go, why can't she?!

Wooooooooooo-saaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!

Which reminds me. What reminds her? What the heck is she babbling about?? The woo-saaw, deep breathing...follow? Ok, yeah, so, last night I did a little yoga-esque deep breathing and stretching with the kids before bed. They L-O-V-E-D it. Totally calmed them down too. The girls went to bed without a peep! I think I'm on to something here folks. I'll be completely honest and say that Pickles was a tad more interested in tackling the cat, but still!