COMMENTARY — Have you ever arrived at work on a Monday morning and thought, “Why do I even try?” That’s exactly how I felt this past Monday when my morning was less than desirable.
It was an average day. Everyone in the house was running a little late, and so the hectic time began. By 7:25 a.m. we should all be merrily in the car headed to the school house. Well, this morning at 7:25 I was popping frozen waffles into the microwave and throwing backpacks and lunch boxes on the table for pick up.
The girls didn’t have shoes on, their hair was a mess and you can guess that they hadn’t touched their toothbrushes yet. My amazing husband was helping where he could, but a momma has a schedule and the husband usually just gets thrown in where he can help. He helped rush the girls out the door while I was dragging a brush through tangled hair and he loaded all of the bags, nap mats, lunch boxes and dozen cupcakes into the car.
Yes, you read that right: For once in my life, I was going to go above and beyond. Since we had extra cupcakes left over from our spend-the-night party this weekend, I thought it would be nice to bring cupcakes for the first graders’ snack time. It’s also homecoming week, so I figured that would be all the more reason to have a happy snack.
Once in the car, I realized that there are only a dozen cupcakes left, and there are 20 students in Raygan’s first grade class. Being quick on my feet, I explain that we are going to send the cupcakes to Anna’s kindergarten class and later in the week we would make a whole new batch for Raygan’s class. She accepted that answer, but quickly followed up with another question. “Momma, what are we suppose to eat for breakfast?”