Mornings

I don't know how a 'normal' functioning person does it. But my mornings consist of waking up a half hour late, still trying to manage a fifteen minute workout, bathing, cooking breakfast, packing lunches and persuading my child that she should probably wear pants that day and that they don't have to be the perfect shade of pink or purple. #mondaymorningstruggle.... #morelikeeverydaystruggle.
But as one would notice, when you allot an unreasonable amount of time to prepare in the morning and try to get all the things necessary checked off your list. Then it is only reasonable that some things may go unmastered. It took me ten minutes to chase my toddler around the house this morning in an attempt to brush her hair so she doesn't look like a homeless child who woke up in a box.

 It wasn't until I arrived at work today that I may have realized... my hair hasn't seen a brush in at least 48 hours :/ As I stumble into work I get the lovely greeting from the janitor, "You look happy." This is just his ridiculously nice way of saying, "I see you still haven't groomed yourself." It's almost as bad as when men say, "you look comfortable."   lol.

 To all the mom's out there who prioritize their children above themselves; and may or may not go out of the house looking similar to a wookie drinking coffee. Even if it means a few days uncombed and sporting the 'hot mess' look. Men don't see the morning struggle or the multi-tasking involved in getting a child ready and at school on time. If they did, they would love me and the hot mess that sits on top of my head. They would be cat calling me like, "Damn girl, I bet your kid is clean and her lunch was nicely packed this morning!"

 This is why I am single.