So yesterday morning I was getting ready for work. I get up early (fivish) in order to get showered and stuff before the girls come in. We basically have two bathrooms and a bunch of people to get out of the house by 6:45 am. This means the two older girls are always in my bathroom as we get ready together, while the other three kids alternate getting ready in the other bathroom or in front of my vanity around the corner as long as the Drama Queen isn’t sitting on it.
The conversation often goes like this:
“Pick a side.”
“Excuse me.”
“Can I use the comb?”
“Are you done with the straightener?”
“Do you see my glasses?”
It’s crowded and often times someone is irritated. I’ve dreamed of a big bathroom with a beautiful vanity, the proper lighting, a salon type area for all of our hair appliances, etc….
But yesterday morning, as once again we were trying not to trip over chords or burn each other and pick a side…
I looked up into the mirror and glanced next to me…
And thought…
“I am so going to miss these mornings. I only have 5 months and 29 days left of these mornings. And then…she’s gone.”
This morning, I was back to being able to emotionally handle my coffee and making her a hot apple cider with whipped cream and caramel without being resorted to tears.
As someone once told me, “She’s a hot mess.”
Yup, these next few months are gonna be tougher than I thought.
5 months and 28 days until she’s married.
