SamaraGugler
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So I hate mornings. I'm a teacher and I have to be on campus a 1/2 hour before the first bell. I leave for work at 7:00 am. I get my kids up at 6:00. The rule is, get dressed, eat, brush teeth, shoes, and then if time allows, TV. This morning I'm yelling at Annika who is not dressed at 6:50 to get dressed and Alex who doesn't have shoes on, but is watching TV. Alex flies up the stairs to get his backpack (which is supposed to be downstairs) and the next thing I know he's screaming, all while Annika is screaming in the bathroom about not wanting to put clothes on. I go to Alex who is dripping blood from his foot. When he went up the stairs, he lifted the carpet and stepped on the tack board and literally shredded his toes.
So I quickly look at him, then get on the phone with my school to tell them I'll be late and someone will have to cover my class. I then get Alex cleaned off, bandaged, call hubby, tell him that he'll need to come home and take Alex to the doctor for a tetnus shot.
It's finally calmed down here and I needed a break from the insanity which is why I'm posting before I head off to work.
Deep breath..... I think I can, I think I can, I think I can get through this day!
BTW- the boy is calm watching TV on the couch.
So I quickly look at him, then get on the phone with my school to tell them I'll be late and someone will have to cover my class. I then get Alex cleaned off, bandaged, call hubby, tell him that he'll need to come home and take Alex to the doctor for a tetnus shot.
It's finally calmed down here and I needed a break from the insanity which is why I'm posting before I head off to work.
Deep breath..... I think I can, I think I can, I think I can get through this day!
BTW- the boy is calm watching TV on the couch.
