We were ten minutes late to school.
The Man was five minutes late for work.
The Eldest had a great day. (see? it's not all about an evil morning routine)
The Toddles had a stellar day. (transitions? bah. we laugh at transitions)
I am wiped. (well, okay. that one? we saw it coming. might not have anything much to do with the morning, though)
Hm. Maybe all of this pre-planned routine isn't necessary? maybe, we should start sleeping later, and then tossing the kids in the direction of the car, toothbrushing optional.
Worth considering, no? But not at the moment - I have to cook, fold laundry, set out clothes for tomorrow, pack the kids' backpacks, and finish washing dinner dishes. Or hell, toss it all and go to sleep. Apparently, we can work wonders in twenty-two minutes or less....