(By Kellie Trudeau/Kellie is the Head Copy Editor of the Chewelah Independent and is a graduate of Washington State University. She is also the mother of three kids five and under. If you’d like to send Kellie a Letter, shoot her an email at firstname.lastname@example.org.)
A couple of weeks ago, my day started out as any normal morning; well normal is a relative term when you are preparing three young kids for school drop-off. When you are in charge of yourself and three other people, the only thing you can count on during the morning “routine” is that it will be unpredictable.
When it’s time to get ready, a slew of tasks take place. There are days it may go smoothly or there just might be arguments over whether the kids can put clothes on themselves, find socks for themselves, or even whether their mother knows which shoe goes on which foot. And then you have to decide whether it’d be easier just to do it yourself and save this “parenting” thing when you have time for it…
Of course, the words “hurry up” usually give the opposite result. More