Mom of the Year material

I overslept this morning.

Emma comes into my bed at 6:45 and asks if she could wake up Jarod. I said, "Sure!" with dreams of Jarod getting ready and I rolled back over. An hour later I can hear Emma hollering, "Jarod isn't ready yet! Dominic just came to the door!"

SHIT! I spring out of bed and help Jarod get ready, shove a donut and his medicine in his mouth and send him out the door. His ride had already left, so I grabbed a pair of shorts and ran (right, walked briskly) for the car. Jarod was five minutes late and had to go to the office to get a pass to class.

Good parenting skills at their finest.