The alarm clock that's been screeching for the last twenty minutes finally gives up and shuts off just as I open my eyes. I look to my left at my partner who has been sick all night and don't bother asking if she's seen a large squid flying about recently. Of course, what I meant to ask was whether she was taking the kids to school.The kids are now mere minutes away from experiencing the dreaded elementary school stigma of lateness. I'm out of bed in seconds, running through the house in my underwear, waking children with gentle nudges and croakish shouts. We're all up, except for sick mom, and rushing around the house eating breakfast-o's, using the wrong container of soy milk, not making proper lunches, and giving out the wrong amount of money for the dreaded school lunch. The kids are protesting with quiet "That's not how mommy does it"'s as I finally convince them to donn their shoes and head for the door. There's so much more to say, but I can't type from the truck. You're on your own!
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