I knew this would be a bad morning when I heard thunder. At 5 a.m., followed by my husband BOUNDING of of bed to greet another day. I rolled over and went back to sleep. When the alarm went off, I rolled over and laid there for a minute, thinking of how rotten rainy Monday mornings are for school drop off. The line moves slow, people forget how to let their kids off correctly, and it's just s-l-o-w.
You can't realistically practice "drop and roll, kids!" in the pouring rain.
Going downstairs in time to say good bye to my husband and daughter - he was driving her to the bus stop to avoid the absolutely TORRENTIAL rain - I made breakfast for the little girls, only to discover we were out of butter for the frozen waffles that my obsessive child insists on every.single.morning. (2 whole wheat waffles with butter and low sugar fruit preserves. Every morning, without fail) I woke up the kids, and went back downstairs to pack lunches. (I usually do that at night, but was too tired last night. Rookie move failure #1). As the news station reported flood conditions, 3 of the 5 remaining kids came downstairs and thankfully, began to eat without incident. I made lunches, cleaned up the kitchen, and then suddenly realized it was 7, we'd need to leave in 15 minutes, and Riley was nowhere to be found.