All right, I canโ€™t stand itโ€ฆHereโ€™s my morningโ€ฆ

6:15 AM dog barking because stray dog is outside the window. Heโ€™s in love with her because heโ€™s not neutered and she was supposed to be at 6 months but she got mange and had to have injections before she scratched all her hair off. โ€œOh, sheโ€™s too young to go into heat,โ€ says vet. Oh, really. Now stray is sleeping on our porch (cute, shepherd mix, sweet but irritatingly enamored).
6:20 walk dog. Wave NY Post at stray.
6:25 Children up and hungry (they do not sleep in like Derbโ€™s). Toast and jam three different ways, two kinds of cereal, one order of waffles.
6:40 Search for socks, gym uniforms, school shoes, permission slips, lunch boxes, last nightโ€™s homework.
6:45 Make coffee, make lunch, pack lunch boxes, pack snacks.
6:55 Fill out permission slips, write checks for field trips to Emperorโ€™s New Clothes (should be some interesting staging for 2nd graders โ€” โ€œitโ€™s a nudie play,โ€ says my 7-year old) and Pequot Museum.
7:05 Dutiful daughter dressed and feeding the dog. Second grader still pondering shoe laces of right shoe.
7:10 3-year old wants attention. โ€œMommy, I calling you!โ€
7:15 Left shoe of 7-year old now being tied. Dog barking.
7:20 Refrain of โ€œweโ€™re going to miss the busโ€ begins.
7:25 Children returned to bathroom for face-washing and one case of skipped tooth-brushing.
Dog still barking.
7:30 โ€œItโ€™s time for the bus!โ€ I realize once again that I will be standing outside in my flannel pajamas as I have forgotten to change.
7:32 We run en masse outside as I brush the kidsโ€™ hair and ignore the little one who wants his waffles reheated.
7:33 โ€œTHE BUS! Itโ€™s here!โ€ Last dash back inside for forgotten lunch box. Dog going nuts.
Children pile on. Driver gives me that look โ€” โ€œYou made it today.โ€ I notice my sonโ€™s shoes are still untied. โ€œTie your shoes!โ€ I yell.
7:34 Return inside. Husband sitting in fluffy bathrobe with the newspaper and a cup of coffee. โ€œWhy was the dog barking so much?โ€ he wonders.
Tiny son: โ€œMommy, hello? Waffles, please.โ€
[Please note that there was no coffee-drinking or newspaper-reading by the person who posted this.]