and so the day begins

I was really impressed with myself this morning, not because I woke up at 5am and was too afraid to go back to sleep in case I never woke up, but because I managed to get through the chaos of the morning on my own, without my jet-setter-now-travelling-as-we-type-husband. All the kids were fed (healthy breakfast food), dressed in the correct clothes, (right way around), teeth and hair brushed, faces washed and remnants of the sandman removed. Bags were packed, lunch boxes did have food in them, juice bottles were full...check!

The real winner; we were still on time. Yeeha. I can do this.

The kids stand waiting in their little queue at the front door for me to escort them out, huh, with me carrying all of the bags and sundry, as usual. Close the front door behind me. Were on our way.
Get to the car. No Keys. Crap. We're stranded in the space between. We can't get in the car because I'd forgotten to take the keys. We can't get back into the house to fetch them because the house keys are on the same bunch and I've just latched the door behind me. Crap.

I manage to pry open a window in my bedroom and squeeze Madam Fluff through the burglar bars and in search of the keys. She can't find them and begins to panic and cry because she is now locked in the house. Double Crap. Trying to calm her down through a large wooden door, while trying to silently calm myself down is a task to master and thankfully I did, well, I at least managed to calm her down enough to tell her where I thought the keys were. She finds them and begins to cry again; she cannot reach the latch to unlock the door. I breathe and tell her to breathe and so we're both breathing, at least something is happening! Eventually I calm her down enough to explain that she can pass the keys to me through the window. Finally I am in possession of the keys. Jubilation. I praise my now-very-proud-of herself-burglar-in-training-key-finding-daughter, we all pile into the car and we are on our way, just not quite on time anymore.

I manage to do some very cautious, of course, low level flying to the schools and actually manage to get Kade to the gate as the bell rings. More success. All kiddies got to school on time.

See, I told you I could manage without my hubby. No mess, no fuss.

Caffeine fixes welcome please

I am having one of those weeks where my feet just haven't seemed to touch the ground. They have lightly and briefly skimmed the surface once or twice but I don't think they have actually had a chance to make contact. One of my dear friends sent this to me on Facebook and I must admit the advice really does seem to be working; I am still doing really stupid things in my frenzy to get it all done, I am just doing them all faster and with more energy.