Rise and shine! NOT!!!

My alarm went off at the usual time this morning - 5:40AM. I turned it off and rolled over to climb out of bed. And the next thing I was aware of was my wife, fifteen minutes later, nudging me and asking if I had gone back to sleep. Trying to save face, but handicapped by the early hour, the best answer I could give her was "maybe".

I jumped up and ran for the shower. Ran through the shower might be a better description. There was definitely only time to wash the high-priority areas. Everything else had to survive with a quick rinse. I halfway dried off, threw on some jeans and a shirt, and headed downstairs.

I quickly started throwing together my lunch and lunch for Son16. About that time, he wandered in for breakfast. Thank goodness he was on time! But for some odd reason, at nearly 17 years old, he suddenly found the task of locating clean socks beyond his ability. He complained that the socks he had picked out last night were missing. Were those the socks you wore yesterday...and stuffed in your shoes, I asked? Yep...those were the ones. I had stolen those and washed them last night. He felt violated. But together we managed to find clean socks and pull together some breakfast for both of us.

By this time, Daughter13 should have been in the shower. But I heard no water running upstairs. I dashed up the stairs to find her alarm beeping while she slept peacefully in her bed. I yelled gently woke her and ran back downstairs to make some coffee.

Son16 finished breakfast, fed the dog, and headed off to school. Still no daughter. And no wife. And I needed to shave.

Back up the stairs, found Daughter13 still sleeping and this time I really did yell. And took a little glee in watching her leap off the bed in shock.

Down the hall to our room...where I discovered my wife had formed a new Best Friends Forever relationship with her snooze alarm. I politely encouraged her to get up while I tried to shave quickly without undue lacerations.

Back down the stairs where my wife was feeding our daughter. Just in time for Daughter13 to make it to the bus.

Then I dashed out to work, leaving my wife shuffling around the kitchen in her mis-matched jammies looking like a sleep-deprivation study gone wrong.

Driving at a slightly unreasonable speed, I made it to work and fell into the chair at my desk at what could generously be called on time.

Another morning routine successfully complete.

Except...

I forgot to brush my teeth.