Seven o' clock!

"Sara, get up! Nick, get up! Come on you guys its time for school." I am pulling back the covers and hauling him out of bed while barking orders at Sara to get dressed. Nick is on his feet and sleep walks out the bedroom door while I hand Sara her pants and help her put them on. Oops! Forgot the underwear..start over. Ugh! Go out the bedroom door, Nick is in the fetal position. Asleep. Pick him up and help him down the stairs. At the last step, he runs towards the computer and gathers his letters like old friends. He spells his special words and pulls Dad away from the computer. A compromise is made and he sits on dad's lap.

"Nick..eat your breakfast"...The usual GFCF pancakes with egg inside.."Sandwich". I say it like a cartoon character with humor and a hint of deliciousness to come. "Sandwich". he echos happily because he knows the deliciousness to come. "Its hot," he says.."A sentence, honey"I hide my tears in my husband's sweatshirt, and my husband looks away. Then I realize,

WHERE'S SARA? "SARAAAAAA!"

Meanwhile, Sara has folded herself back under the comforter and is asleep impervious to my husband's reminders of late and school and breakfast.
"She is really out."
"Let her sleep. Nick's bus is coming and we have to get him out the door first..then I will get Sara ready".
I mean she IS dressed sans socks and shoes and a hair do..I mean its kindergarten, right?

There is no lunch ready to go in the fridge..husband dropped the ball.. "I did not drop the ball, I asked you if I needed to make the lunch and you said that it was already taken care of ."
"I was being sarcastic!"

I have ten minutes to make gfcf mac and cheese. I race to the pan, fill it with water and put on the stove. My husband runs back upstairs to get Sara.
"Throw Nick's clothes and his diaper down, please!"
" I can't find a diaper anywhere!!!"
"Where are the pull ups I bought?"
"I don't know. I brought them inside."
"Unbelievable!"
Quick wash in the tub and a diaper miraculously appears, free falling.I pull nick away from the computer which he now has because dad is upstairs. Shirt, diaper, pants, socks..oh..yes..socks in the shoes..and shoes on and run upstairs and grab Sara's clothes. I run into the bedroom and husband has her dressed. I race down the stairs..water is not boiling ( isn't there a saying?). I open the door to look for the bus. No bus, but a new cat. Old cat shoos new cat, away. Cat is meowing for food and needs to be fed..jog inside and open can and don't care about the lid. Race back to the door and feed the cat..Nick has taken his shoes off and water is still not boiling and throw noodles in anyway. Forget the noodles and put a pack of gfcf pancakes and real maple syrup and organic Trader Joes jello and a banana into a ziplock bag and stuff it in his backpack...Nick has removed his shoes. "Shoes on" Shoes on". AGAIN! I run out to see if the bus is coming..It is here! Dad is brushing Sara's hair, and wonders how each ponytail got so uneven. I wave at Lois, yell for Nick and he gathers his letters and his dvds and runs outside. I help him on the bus, exchange pleasantries with Lois and I race back inside.

"Sara! We have to go! Get your backpack and get in the car." And off we go to school. She is upset that she did not brush her teeth. I tell her to get up and brush them first thing. I assume the responsibility for her bad breath and offer tips to get rid of it. Gum and some water. And I get her to school on time..Proud of myself, I drive home to give my husband the car for work. I am whistling the theme song for Xanadu."OH NO, THE NOODLES!!!"