Lots of late nights coupled with early morning seminary and/or sports have equaled a VERY tired Momma. I am losing my mind. For example; This morning Elizabeth was taking too long in the bath. I knew Katherine would be late for school if her sister didn't get out and moving soon. I needed to get out the door if I was going to get either girl to school on time so I have this conversation with my eldest daughter:
Me: 'Will you please watch Elizabeth in the tub for a few minutes while I run Katherine to school. I'll get her out when I get back,'
Katherine: 'Mom! I AM Katherine! And don't you have to take HER to school right now too? Who are you driving?'
Me: 'Crap! You're right!'
I managed to whisk her out of the tub and into some clothes in record time. Katherine was on time to school but Elizabeth and the friend we were driving were a bit on the late side of things. I'm going to enjoy a quiet house and take an obviously needed nap.
