It's just another manic mornin

My mornings may be the freakin death of me I swear. It starts off with me sneaking out of bed to make some coffee while hoping that the baby doesn't roll off our ridiculously high mattress and kill himself. As soon as I get it made I dash back upstairs to retrieve him b/c 9 out of 10 times he is stirring at this point. I swear my kids have radar when it comes to my ass. Anyway, with coffee in hand I begin to scroll through what has been recorded on the DVR. Doesn't sound bad does it? Well at 6:20 the fun begins.
Down to the basement I trek with baby in tow. Casey get up. Casey get up. Casey get up. It is not until I see him rise vertically out of the bed and begin walking toward the shower that I feel it is safe to go back up the stairs. Like his father he has the ability to fall back into a deep coma-like sleep before my feet hit the top step if I leave too soon. I have about 10 more minutes before he comes up and I begin trying to find something to accompany his cherry coke or frappacino. Yes at the rip old age of almost 14 he needs his morning caffeine rush! We sit together and watch recorded episodes of South Park and chuckle. Does anyone understand half of what Cartman says or even 1/10 of what Kenny says?
He leaves at about 7:05 to make the short walk over the HS. Then the real fun begins. Time to wake the other 4-oh joy.
Now why is it that every morning I must ask the same questions? WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR BREAKFAST? DID YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH? Now my kids have a very large variety of items to pick from in the morning. Waffles, pancakes, cereal, poptarts, toast, eggs, fruit....am I missing something? Why is that not sufficient? My next favorite battle is packing lunch/and or snack. Same deal. I have a overly stocked pantry yet no one finds anything the like. I scramble to get 3 kids out the door by 8:15. It really irks me to no end that they go up to their rooms yet forget to brush their teeth. And don't tell me you did and think for a minute that I won't go check your toothbrush after you leave! Who the hell would want to go to school with a mouthful of overnight fungus you ask? My kids don't seem to mind but you can sure bet their friends care! Nasty. Between missing socks and hairbrush, that I swear has leg, I am betting my blood pressure is 180/100 by the time the bus rumbles down the street!
Jeffrey is the last out the door and he gets dropped at preschool. God bless the preschool that takes this little terror off my hands for 3 hours in the morning! They even meet you at the car to get them out and then puts them back in when you pull up. Kind of like drive-thru service! Very nice when the baby is asleep in the car. I have 3 hours to get my self organized and clean-up the now wrecked kitchen. It's just another manic morning!!