The morning came too soon. Mondays are always the worst. Struggling to maintain motivation and wishing to be back in bed with little faces to kiss and snuggle. A daily dose of snuggles with my boys is as important as morning caffeine. Without either, I’m pretty much deflated of energy and a little depressed.

As I wallow in self-pity longing for more time with my children, I fail to remember that if I was home, the morning routine would be in full swing. Right about now, I would be having a tense negotiation with my youngest as he argues about wearing the same dirty t-shirt for the third day in a row because there’s a frog on the front. I would be barking orders while trying to get teeth brushed, cereal in bowls and last-minute homework done (which should have been completed the night before). I would be wishing for a magic button that would transform me into the grown-up world of civilized discussions, Starbucks coffee and email access.

It is impossible for me to be one of those “live in the moment” types. I am way too concerned with being everywhere that I’m not and doing everything other than what’s in front of me. Maybe I should spend the evening at Chuck-E-Cheese to get me prepared for another morning without snuggles.

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