Why is it so hard to get out the door with kids?

It’s like there is some kind of force field in that area of the house-repelling people from the door.

Someone has to go potty, someone else can’t find her shoes/coat/ hat/mittens/backpack or ALL of the above. Someone else is on slow speed. Someone doesn’t want to wear those shoes or a coat. There is always some “crisis” that prevents a peaceful, fast, easy exit.

Sometimes I reminisce of the days I just walked out the door whenever I wanted to.  It was so easy (although when I did run late, I only had myself to blame) I would look at the time, get up, put on my shoes and casually walk to the car and go.  AND, I could go ANYWHERE at ANY time!

Now, I feel like a coach, referee, warden, privet eye, and don’t forget crazy person running around with her head cut off! Don’t get me wrong, I love my children and would not want to live my life without them. But seriously, just get out the door and to the car already! It shouldn’t be this hard or take as long as it does.

Meanwhile, the clock keeps ticking away. The minutes pass like seconds. Like sands through the hour-glass, so are the days of our lives 😉 .