Nothing Changes. Everything Changes.

We got up at 5:30am this morning. We figured we'd need 2 hours to get all of us showered, dressed, fed, and out the door. We figured right. The kids were completely put off by being hustled out of their pajamas and into clothes, all before 7am. They didn't like that Scott and I were running up and down the stairs, rushing to make coffee, filling bottles and sippy cups with milk, and double checking that everyone knew where they needed to be and when. Max refused to eat his breakfast until I came and sat down with him. When I turned away for a minute while doing a standing diaper change, he peed all over the floor. Wow, kid - way to communicate your general displeasure!

Cameron displayed her grumpiness by squawking every time we attempted to put her down and being a complete fuss ass while I got her dressed. By the time we were ready to go I was covered with a layer of sweat, my crisp white shirt a tad wrinkled, and my powdered nose glistening. Note to self - do not get dressed until everyone else is dressed, or have a backup outfit at the ready in case of mad pissing.

The drop off at daycare was fine (both kids were screaming when we left, but whatever). Traffic was light and by 8:30am I was at my desk. I was surprised how little had changed. The lineup at Tim Horton's still takes forever, my favourite burrito place still rocks, and I still love the people I work with. The best part though, was being able to sit and drink my coffee in peace, with nobody demanding that I get up and fetch them some milk or a snack, nobody needing a diaper change, and nobody pulling on my pant leg to get my attention. The worst part was worrying about Max going to therapy this afternoon without me (it went fine) and not being able to find out how Cameron was doing because the babies were outside when I called. I took this picture at the end of the day as proof that I was still standing (even though my hair fell flat). Overall it was a good first day.