No, we're not out the door and headed on our daily errands by that time. And 9 a.m. isn't when we eat our breakfast, do our hair or (yeah, right) wake up.
At 9 a.m., no matter what stage of getting-readiness I'm at, I'm expected to drop everything (doing my makeup, taking a bath, fixing my hair) and dance.
That's right. Dance.
But it's not just any dance. And it's not just any song. No, I have to rush downstairs and scoop Analee up onto my hip so I can dance along to the "Little Einsteins" theme song. Bekah, by the way, is in charge of singing along.
There are MAJOR repercussions if I'm late or (gasp!) if I miss it. Both girls freak out and start crying if I don't keep my daily appointment. And if I try to make it up to them by singing it on my own and dancing with Ana, Bekah is sure to tell me, "It's over! We can't do it now!"
So don't expect me to ever be online at 9 a.m., Monday through Friday. And don't expect me to be able to answer the phone, take care of my personal grooming or tidy up the house.
Because when my girls hear their cue: "We're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship," I'd better be on the dance floor.
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