a morning in the life

Thought I'd give y'all a picture of how I often forget to eat breakfast in the morning.  Here is my thought process all morning:

Remember to eat breakfast.  Max wants out, let him out.  Remember to feed the kids.  Kids fed.  Max wants back in.  Ruby has a poopy diaper, change it.  Now, pick out clothes for her to wear.  Ramona should probably be in clothing too, go through the rigorous picking out clothes with a three-year old process.  Ruby, don't put your shoe in the toilet!  That reminds me, I should shower.  Find a place where the children won't kill each other while I shower.  Shower.  Brush teeth.  Put hair in most low maintenance 'do possible.  Remember to eat breakfast.  Ramona wants some milk.  Ruby has to have some too because she has to have everything her sister has.  Ruby falls down, crying.  Ruby runs into a wall, crying.  Ruby gets knocked down by Max, crying.  Max wants out.  Max wants in.  Hmmmm, I'm still in a towel.  Time to get dressed.  Uh oh, its close to the time we need to leave for school.  Must pack diaper bag.  Remember to eat breakfast.  Oh no!  The kids haven't brushed their teeth since the weekend!  Brush their teeth, and feel like a horrible mom for not paying enough attention to their oral hygiene.  Cold outside, find coats and shoes and hats and scarves for everyone.  Time to leave!  Grab piece of bread on the way out.  Yum.

Here is a picture of Ramona wearing the jumper my mom made for her.  She refuses to wear anything under it, which I guess makes it a dress.